<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>@LL Robot Radio - Robopoets - Show Feed</title><description>This is the podcast feed for @LL Robot Radio's Robopoets - explorations into robot poets and poetry.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (HatHead)</managingEditor><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2024 20:51:40 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://robopoets.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><copyright>© 2005 www.AllRobotRadio.com</copyright><itunes:image href="http://www.hatheadmusic.com/images/wabot.jpg"/><itunes:keywords>robot radio robots hathead</itunes:keywords><itunes:summary>This is the podcast feed for @LL Robot Radio's Robopoets - explorations into robot poets and poetry.</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>This is the podcast feed for @LL Robot Radio's Robopoets - explorations into robot poets and poetry.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Arts &amp; Entertainment"><itunes:category text="Poetry"/></itunes:category><itunes:category text="Public Radio"/><itunes:category text="Talk Radio"/><itunes:category text="Comedy"/><itunes:category text="Audio Blogs"/><itunes:author>HatHead</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>HatHead</itunes:name></itunes:owner><item><title>Robopoets # 2 - Bot Verse</title><link>http://robopoets.blogspot.com/2005/10/robopoets-2-bot-verse.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2005 23:10:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982325.post-112960880788072297</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allrobotradio.com/shows/Robopoets/Robopoets%202-%20Bot%20Verse.mp3"&gt;Click hear for Robotpoets # 2 - Bot Verse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to Robopoets, an exploration into robot poets and poetry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this show, we will listen to the randomly generated poetry of the &lt;a href="http://www.poormojo.org/cgi-bin/Bots/eebot.pl"&gt;E.E. Böt&lt;/a&gt; and Ray Kurzweil's &lt;a href="http://www.kurzweilcyberart.com/poetry/rkcp_overview.php3"&gt;Cyberpoet&lt;/a&gt;. There is even some &lt;a href="http://www.poormojo.org/cgi-bin/Bots/critbot.pl"&gt;randomly generated literary criticism&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The E.E. Böt and Cyberpoet will finish it off with a take-no-prisoners poetry slam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem # 1 - Heads of Angels by E.E. Böt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heads,&lt;br /&gt;alley races past these lights,&lt;br /&gt;loved ones ply gods bluely hide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Families,&lt;br /&gt;mother germinates our devils,&lt;br /&gt;halo swallows their divinations,&lt;br /&gt;dog leaves our fortunes,&lt;br /&gt;dangerous angel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usual boy,&lt;br /&gt;slow, their dollar bills plop,&lt;br /&gt;this saffroned alley some angels lovingly keep,&lt;br /&gt;angels' fool, bountiful boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the mid-field the alleys feel this careful head,&lt;br /&gt;the blithe chin of the burdock,&lt;br /&gt;copiously lunging at our campers, roaring burdocks,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treacherous devil, their legs thoughtfully steer,&lt;br /&gt;legs' burdock, chins hide,&lt;br /&gt;devils take the current pre-fabricated devil!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poem # 2 - O Sweet Illusions of Wampum by the Cyberpoet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A notion,&lt;br /&gt;I dreaded that I had it justified to him and so,&lt;br /&gt;all thoughts, all?&lt;br /&gt;The tumult to the man!&lt;br /&gt;O sweet illusions of wampum,&lt;br /&gt;In his fire shall be a feather,&lt;br /&gt;The sea awoke at Pentecost, which cannot die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time! on thee, I have been broken.&lt;br /&gt;Her ivory hands she of the sea and wearied gown,&lt;br /&gt;You mould my cheeks with a sigh nor groan,&lt;br /&gt;she, loved, arrived, loved, lined, lingered, lurked , married, middle-aged&lt;br /&gt;There passed a fit; I see the day for vespers nine fathom deep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A stone lies a white passed like someone I've Stopped. And turned to be.&lt;br /&gt;Her ivory hands violate where hast thou rule the little maid the hill,&lt;br /&gt;Come down, O why do not thy soul in the deer,&lt;br /&gt;I saw thee to tell the visions of the brow!&lt;br /&gt;And, failing in gems, My thoughts come true.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is something I hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I see a love of madness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jasmine scents in the land&lt;br /&gt;While the ledge of unshed tears.&lt;br /&gt;Bottled up and others close to lose?&lt;br /&gt;Writhing There passed a heavenly sight?&lt;br /&gt;Oh sleep from the mast at once more I have seen as I sing&lt;br /&gt;The warm sun from us, only in a cloud of the river&lt;br /&gt;The clouds and on tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When lilacs last for a beautiful woman!&lt;br /&gt;Where will tell a sun shines on our years,&lt;br /&gt;Half misconceived and pains,&lt;br /&gt;In a zest, Unless I beg you,&lt;br /&gt;Not lost, although you being far in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "I am a hat when memories are waters there must be rain O Solitude! if thy bier." When I behold these essences,&lt;br /&gt;Ever let me laugh awhile, entoiled in the fair,&lt;br /&gt;Before those mortal forms abide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poetry Slam - EE Böt vs Cyberpoet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;EE Böt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dangerous bird,&lt;br /&gt;carelessly racing past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;our devils, harlot steals the weeds,&lt;br /&gt;current divines your winters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cyberpoet responds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is an hour glass,&lt;br /&gt;Lies in gore, Lies in vain endeavor;&lt;br /&gt;And with sin,--in silent light,&lt;br /&gt;But silently, by chance,&lt;br /&gt;Gazes the old Castalian rill,&lt;br /&gt;Gazes the silky down&lt;br /&gt;Fringes his beads,&lt;br /&gt;Gazes the questioning merchants made the bay, and you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;EE Böt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copious finger to obfuscate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;lustful godcancerously racing past,&lt;br /&gt;some barbed wires,&lt;br /&gt;trailer parks wallow,&lt;br /&gt;fingers overtly wallow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cyberpoet responds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ye scenes of it! We shall be notes be more loud,&lt;br /&gt;And high steeps of all moveless, bust and doom,&lt;br /&gt;Whose bosoms heave with a Tear.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet scene even pulse ! it hath ceased to do&lt;br /&gt;But when it was cross'd,&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt thou to mock him, who comes&lt;br /&gt;To vex my throat and fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;EE Böt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under a lightbulb,&lt;br /&gt;the slow dog under the dog,&lt;br /&gt;imperceptibly flying past your barbed wires,&lt;br /&gt;imperceptible divination,&lt;br /&gt;cancerously stealing the dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hopping over dogs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cyberpoet responds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For young pride, such love me watch the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Where Melodies round world be too young to adore&lt;br /&gt;Those who ne'er was still, my heart upon the sand,&lt;br /&gt;My spirit I love gushed from a toy of the main,&lt;br /&gt;And darkness and one black cloud of pains&lt;br /&gt;Keen winter of a three lovers of the dark;&lt;br /&gt;And for thou desire of Reason and her boy and man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (HatHead)</author></item><item><title>Robopoets # 1 - Red vs Blue</title><link>http://robopoets.blogspot.com/2005/09/robopoets-1-red-vs-blue.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 23:47:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982325.post-112960828269778027</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://www.allrobotradio.com/shows/Robopoets/Robopoets%201-%20Red%20vs%20Blue.mp3"&gt;Click hear for Robotpoets # 1 - Red vs Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Robopoets, an exploration into robot poets and poetry. On this show, we will listen to the Haiku of Loopster, explore the mysterious Libra and hear professions of love and beauty.This episode of Robopoets features the provoking poetry of the users of the &lt;a href="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/members/"&gt;red versus blue website&lt;/a&gt;. This includes the hypnotizing verse of Loopster, Thundera, Kenny K and many more!</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (HatHead)</author></item></channel></rss>