Over the last few months I’ve been working with various clients to develop smart and beautiful interactive products. I’ve decided to give this business a name and a face. Say hello, Colour Story.
Watching a Python script I wrote identify and assign keywords to 800 long articles over a few seconds.
Lately I’ve been transferring a lot of files out of PDF into WordPress posts. The process results in huge numbers of textual errors that I’ve been cleaning up with massive batch search-and-replace on hundreds of files at once. Finding the error patterns, solving for them using regex, tinkering with bits of code—it’s all poetry.
Worrying about words can take you into the weird bowels of files and laptops and down strange and appealing avenues that seem far removed from John Donne and Sylvia Plath. If you like poetry, there are ways to play with it outside of books.
A rigorous method for bibliomancy gets enforced in this scene from Mike Leigh’s Career Girls.
It is Halloween and I am writing a lecture about Wuthering Heights. To that end, here is Branwell Brontë’s 1834 painting of his sisters. Look at them gazing out weirdly at us—or at—what? Why are they all looking off in such strange directions? Who on earth are they looking at? Obviously they are staring at ghosts. Branwell’s weak abilities as a painter here get at something real about the people he knew best.