Endless Knights

Endless Knights (also here) is an infinite Arthurian knight generator, for all your heroic knightly needs.

The descriptions of their deeds are largely adapted from Tales From King Arthur by Andrew Lang, and Le Morte D’Arthur by Thomas Mallory, while the illustrations used are by Aubrey Beardsley (from Le Morte D’Arthur by Sir Thomas Mallory); Henry Justice Ford (from Tales from King Arthur and The Red Romance Book by Andrew Lang); and NC Wyeth (from The Boy’s King Arthur).

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Notes:

1. This was made in late August – early September, 2023
2. It is essentially An Abundance Of Beasts, but with knights of the round table

Tales From The Town #125: A Reading (or, Resilience Training)

“The sun shone sleekly through a silver sky,” Tina said, as she stood steadily on the stage (a chair).

“Booooooo!” Claire shouted out from the back of the room. “BOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“The moon mellowed meekly above a murmuring meadow,” Tina muttered, immovably.

“Awful,” Ethel heckled. “Just awful! You’re awful, Tina! You should be ashamed!”

“The rocket reflected repetitively as it rotated around the revolving rarity,” Tina roared, resolutely resilient to the rising reproval from the rowdy rabble.

“Rarity is another word for anomaly,” she added belatedly when there was silence from below.

“Best poem ever,” Daniel swooned. He clapped enthusiastically and then continued clapping enthusiastically for quite some time. “I love it! More! More!”

Tina ran crying from the stage.

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Notes:

1. Written on June 22nd, 2023
2. Previously, in reading news

a trillion / quite tiny / little poems

a trillion / quite tiny / little poems (also here) generates untold billions of quite tiny little poems in a miniature haiku format of 4 then 3 then 4 syllables

or at least it tries too but sometimes the source poems get their meter completely wrong for reasons i am simply unable to explain (reason/explanation: i am quite poor at poems)

the 174 source poems can be found in six small anthologies here, here, here, here, here and here

(this means rather than a trillion tiny poems there’s only 5,268,024, but maybe 5,268,024 is the secret definition of a quite tiny little trillion or somethging, maybe, perhaps, possibly)

anyway occassionally it blurts out something surprisingly beautiful

though more often as not it just churns out rubbish

please do not hate me

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Notes:

1. Made on August 23rd, 2023
2. Using all my old 4/3/4 poems
3. From 2019 till now

4/3/4 (#6)

there is beauty
in trying
all this again

some poems were
unpublished
but now they’re not

and other ones
slightly changed
to fit this scheme

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#131:

ahead of us
the journey
lingering clouds

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#132:

across the path
fallen leaves
red against the soil

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#133:

i am afraid
to begin
but i begin

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#134:

under the bridge
cows gather
knee deep in mist

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#135:

a cloud of thought
barely formed
like ghosts, like words

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#136:

a white feather
floating past
catching the light

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#137:

a frozen lake
lit only
by last night’s moon

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#138:

a quiet scene
frost and snow
untouched by feet

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#139:

through the mist
the border
we cannot see

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#140:

and all around
frozen blue
mountain flowers

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#141:

frost on the stones
by the fire
breath becomes smoke

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#142:

often am i
quick to speak
too slow to stop

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#143:

blood drops on snow
bleak roses
that do not fade

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#144:

a sea of snow
rising up
ever higher

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#145:

flesh like paper
on old bones
the heart beats on

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#146:

luminous dreams
of a life
floating away

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#147:

the restless dead
bury them
yet they linger

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#148:

i felt quite sad
quite often
about many things

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#149:

i wanted to
write something
so i wrote this

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#150:

not enough to
see or do
here on the moon

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#151:

nothing was said
everything
was clearly meant

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#152:

i often feel
like i don’t
exist at all

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#153:

upon waking
we wonder
is this the dream

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#154:

yet in our dreams
never do
we even sleep

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#155:

the grass grows long
beneath the
rains of summer

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#156:

i am tired
more often
than i’m asleep

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#157:

a paling moon
and the sea
a sheet of glass

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#158:

all i want is
to make things
that people like

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#159:

and instead i
make things like
this useless thing

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Notes:

1. These were written at various stages over the last four years
2. But mostly I don’t know exactly when
3. After the first five of these 4/3/4 extravaganzas I suppose (#1; #2; #3; #4; #5)
4. The first half of these (up to and including the luminous dreams one) were written for a novel that i never finished writing
5. But might one day
6. And the others were either uncollected ones posted here and there randomly
7. Often not even in 4/3/4 format
8. But close enough I could force them into shape today