Variation on a theme for a design culture workshop. The verses are generated by a RNN trained on British poetry.
A good neighbour is left out of sight,
and in the next room he steps his face like a ghost’s skin.
A good neighbour is a good song:
The last of my mother is a dream of flesh and all
is a bird that makes me think that the world can make me feel so bad.
A good neighbour is a dog on the street
who says that he is a conscience of the state of the world.
A good neighbour is not relieved to be essential,
A good neighbour is a shout
Of some master in the stormed winds,
In the wild and busy gold and silent sea
A good neighbour is a spirit,
And which she could see him the new stars
Of what a sorrow and red light restore,
The folded of the soul of a sea of head.
A good neighbour is walking on the threshold.
A good neighbour is before the blood,
And the silent shadow of the world and the singing
A good neighbour is the sound of the world.
A good neighbour is who shall see
The stream of the street and fear in the old shadow.
A good neighbour is dead.
The sun is gone.
The light is past the sky.
A good neighbour is before the beauty.
The falling of his face she said.
The world of any house is day.
A good neighbour is the wind,
And the soul in the fire and shadow of the street,
A good neighbour is a family without pets.