The Dissociated Press
I’ve been wanting to work on this for a while, but never had the motivation to. I’ve coded up a dispress class in Ruby to combine with my Twitter bot. Later, using the public tweet timeline for my source, I will unleash a modern day Mark V. Shaney upon the world (or perhaps just his 21 followers), though not really with the intention to deceive, but to amuse and see what he’ll say when given the ability to use the twitterverse as his thought pool.
On a side note, I rather hate words like twitterverse.
Using a public domain textfile with a Collection of Shakespeare’s work (The Complete Moby(tm) Shakespeare) I acquired from somewhere (gopher perhaps?) I ran some test dispresses and these are the outcomes. Other than changing all whitespace characters to be spaces and removing excess (leading, trailing, and repeated) spaces, I do not modify the source text any, so I differentiate between “T” and “t” as well as “The”, “the”, and “the.”
All of these were dispressed with N=1 Word (I later added the ability for characters, and even later (although the same day as starting the class), varied N).
My first <140 character dispress (<140 for Twitter purposes):
worldly pleasure Such is impossible we may he should shed hot blood, mine eyes no words Bear that my king Charles, and charges in
This one kinda made me think of a poem or song the way it repeats towards the end:
sight did win them again, Gold cannot go before, Dame Eleanor gives gold for all. Clerk of Suffolk. SUFFOLK (SUFFOLK:) We shall
I liked this one a lot:
a baby: Lest, being a chafed bull: On sheep or no. Take heed, my Lord Mortimer, which seems to stop the grave: In vain and YOUNG
And an other:
the loving Welshmen canst outface me to-morrow in spite, Sorry I The deadly-handed Clifford of Normandy. Trimm’d like ambitious
Some longer ones:
So Suffolk is, but grace. sound the deed, indeed, a peer. HENRY the trumpets, and go in black mourning for they struck their nest, Their power, Impairing Henry, thy friend, art come when others with occasion? This man, I’ll look unto their young’s defence? YORK If,
make less beloved Sir James Cromer, and others; with thine; Making another coast; rightful cause in him now? Seeing thou that first duke to offend thine only my bail; and Officers] Levy great affairs, Numbering our hope your state, where now go hard hand. gaols and heir Sits in parliament of a colour for France, his high treason: Devise strange deaths for grace, here shall depose; Scorning whate’er you be employ’d, Drove back again as king. busy meddling fiend From whence she had issue, Edmund, Anne and why is known unto this kind aunt, be not enough to breathe,
lords, my better sport myself; [Re-enter one distract; Hath no less. This deadly groan, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged claret wine this was cause why start'st thou? what, to maintain the broken in sport. if you'll hear their drums: let's be dragged off wherewith thou wouldst not at my native clime? (Townsman:) [Stabbing him] Well, if Witness my death. Messenger The execution of that; for keeping my foes this armourer, my speeches that event. (Second Watchman:)
Dread lord, when a pitch she had two pulls at home. Keep thou the surety will forsake thee word ‘sallet’ They’ll pawn their strength, Under this my mind is become a coward woman in vain are our lights together Thither go boast of York. (Mayor:) Oppose himself Lord Clifford; MICHAEL (MICHAEL:) | RICHARD You forget myself! Aged contusions and SOMERSET] house, Sir James Cromer, and gentle Nell; forget Stern Falconbridge commands the Sharp Buckingham unburthens with MARGARET No, my soul’s palace perish by violence tear can speak for here entail him shall King of Warwick, Cobham, and new-made duke to pay me speak it to lose it all, it is; and give signal of tears,
wrong Be brave, and Clifford play’d in my mouth with thanks and Saxton, in danger. [Flourish of Gloucester; went to leave my shame, my standard bear unto all brush of Northumberland, Seeing thou within a sennet. Enter YORK] Agrees not wear at all: drink, and whereas, before, ambition follows him. Take on earth. your charge, Broach’d with Jack Cade, whom heaven together! Murder’d sweet young Absyrtus did: Numbering our coats of you; all limed bushes to rend thy winding-sheet; Broach’d with grievous sickness and because full expired. Thanks, uncle to civil discipline, O, yes, it were! ‘Warwick, revenge! brother, to chafe his the same; and heir
… They can’t all be gems.
Here are some with N=3 Characters:
men, and us if wert it, I propher:) (First no our day; my like it flied see? who humbly readly of all, pay wondinal the words, Lorder Edmund
re, wife Alban’t Can thy man, away unmany thy nor sea or her’d being sky your quence age, woe age, Unless be lords that in to thy wipend!’
. SALISBURY VI My and queen this grouncourset’s lieve both and plucks? SUFFORD I give thou well withat, is protect tenductive; than affolk,
I’ll probably put the code out there when I’m proud of my work, or when I’m too apathetic to be embarassed by it.
Tags: Dispress, Dissociated Press, Mark v. Shaney, Ruby, Twitter
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