They have washed their hands for you.From a poem by Jericho Brown in today’s New York Times
Say Thank You Say I’m Sorry
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
“How does our algorithm work? It periodically checks the New York Times home page for newly published articles. Then it scans each sentence looking for potential haikus by using an electronic dictionary containing syllable counts. We started with a basic rhyming lexicon, but over time we’ve added syllable counts for words like “Rihanna” or “terroir” to keep pace with the broad vocabulary of The Times.” [More about timeshaiku]
Algorithmic serendipity, combing the everyday world for accidental poetry. An ancient Japanese form, ensconced in stark images of nature, culled from the digital jetsam of our era.
Now in the torsion of your body / …
I have your answer.