unixpickle / poeturn

Take turns writing poetry with a neural net

poeturn

It's your turn to be a poet. With poeturn, you and a recurrent neural network can take turns writing lines of a poem.

Usage

First, you must install and configure Go.

Once you have Go, download this code as follows:

go get -d github.com/unixpickle/poeturn/...

Fetch poetry data as follows (saves to /path/to/poems.json):

$ cd $GOPATH/src/github.com/unixpickle/poeturn/fetch_data
$ go run *.go /path/to/poems.json 1000

Train a network on the data as follows (saves network to /path/to/network):

$ cd $GOPATH/src/github.com/unixpickle/poeturn/train
$ go run *.go -samples /path/to/poems.json -output /path/to/network

You may press Ctrl+C exactly once to stop/pause training. Pressing it multiple times will terminate without saving. It is suggested that you train the network for a while (perhaps 24 hours). Of course, you may pause and resume training several times during this process.

Once you have a trained network, you can compose a poem as follows:

$ cd $GOPATH/src/github.com/unixpickle/poeturn/compose
$ go run *.go -network /path/to/network

When you see a >, it is a prompt asking you to enter a line. You can have the network start off writing n lines by adding -netstart n to the arguments.

Results

Here are some "poems" I wrote with the help of this program. They seem to make just as much sense as regular poetry, if not more. Lines beginning with > were my contributions:

Fare, from me, whose sheets only another;
> for I have to clean the sheets of my dead mother!
it is the start-window-wheel disday
> and I must ensure not to cause dismay.
Cross the tide. You falls adains.
> The tides are now growing stronger,
uneven and fierceal, laboured, calm belied:
> and then suddenly, I was on shore.
Uplass !ill you call the woods the leases
> which we cannot retract but only sublet.

> Roses are red
In broken drift of skin
> not attached to body.

Death's fresk predect,
> man's most perfect defect,
For Then.
>     
Of alas! yes, no, though brassies
> might never store a boolean.

Up, Knock, sorrow, all my well!
> Down, flock, morrow, all you tell!
Her two diviner's smatter!
> And his three sinners splatter!
Love, can fear her big your fate
> but not your mate.

In griming in the current on
> the seas off of London,
And the thing gives ye within home bereat,
> yet does not feel like a nice treat.

They starter brother,
> and ended mother,
We live of my naily year be:
> that he may one day see!

Do yoke, I lived hy oaked will not die
> because he's killed by a spy!   
Left and follets as the kingdom of cow,
> and the queendom of tao,
Just recolfing a hollyronness
> and making up other silly words.

When I might pray to be lovin' togethe
> with you and not any othe.
We pay you but a moment. How should have roam
> the lands doth done.

A wood takes you have you till tepart arrayed
> in a linear fashion along the shore.
Plead by the soul.
> Bleed by the sword.

Me wears that word where more excettion trudy.
> Me hears that turd which gives exception truly!
Die to the joy's eye Virtue?
> Or live to the boy's pride a statue.

Here's some poems I let the net write on its own:

Snow past the spirit blind befined,
I didn't in the old roof world!
the Walling of the valley,

The sun is servingly, and by the borth
Can find a living of the made hidverly
Had fled, of wealth of silver winds
Or a disery roff and opbisless?

Both out if the wild-pounding scit.

How maches back to kill that stone depress,
Red clay whats could revell for words.

So, my beats that I write she silent,
To thee unhappy as blue-'disal
The hills of the season may nirr
Just wait his blood with the both may read
a-weaffird human hast in the storm.
only I told he plashes your door--pates, alad!
Nor to his eyes when out of he is!
He pursue the valiant futter bad doth in death,
Because through marter-full contravious part,
E'en makes unifout that you've find to guez,
Leaving you alrost life . . . here was in
:
and he'll died -- the wail will be!"
And . . . and repited Unsayl's" (While be still,
Join' old words youth above the dere devantive.
Sea-foundest found it some sweet painted,
Sea made me growing guint escaped by;
I demicing sickness of the feel's abtorted :
I may not from the veil dread;
With cod clear as a shell

I'm just a school, my fear expine,
Where I will not leap, my love,
When one my keftless age,
And seement you rest again,

I must live my frazelly keen.'

Wade, I enter we must be,
Nor did reaches in hands
That selflic eyes, and Death.

'Tis mine own fire doth remember
The secon must enchant;
A cloudless name as they green'
Let me thy heart the hurranest orient,
Lest this are seen be bearned.

poeturn's Issues

Missing compiling and running instructions.

Can you please update Readme.md and add instructions on how to compile and run the project.