My brain spewed out some poetry (if you can call it that) in response to a piece of code I wrote.<\/p>\n
The code:<\/p>\n
\r\n Black -> weight\r\n | Gray -> 0.\r\n | White -> begin\r\n weight <- List.fold_left (fun x y -> x +. do_one_edge y) freq outs ;\r\n float (weight_block edge.tob)\r\n end\r\n<\/pre>\nYou don’t have to know what it does; looking at the words might help though. In fact, I’m guessing the poem will make more sense if you stare at the code for a while.
\n(I’m proud of not taking advantage of the obvious “freak-outs”, btw. That was too low, even for me.)<\/p>\n—–
\ngray is worth nothing:
\nthe cause, a digital universe
\nbut life is not so terse<\/p>\nblack is just weight: of expectations <\/p>\n
white, though…
\na relationship:
\nbegins to (un)fold — lists, lusts, trysts,
\n kissed
\nspite.
\nfight, might cite erstwhile delight
\nno? good night
\n(just like that,)
\nleft to right
\nsounds like fun (x y)
\ndo one? <\/p>\nhence<\/p>\n
additions; confusions
\nfrequent delusions
\nouts and ins
\ncardinal(ity) sins<\/p>\nfloating edges
\nof gloating <\/p>\nend<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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