Little fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
William Blake, 'The Fly' (1795)
It's an arts and literature magazine that I have written a couple of articles for. It's just a little tongue in cheek, but in it I whimsically promised to provide some software. When the magazine actually went on sale the time came for me to actually do something about my promise...
The program automates the generation of Poetry from any given piece of text, according to some strict guidelines, but you really do need to read my article to understand the point of the thing, such as it is.
There is nothing to it.
Really...
All you do is download evasion.exe (172kB), then run it. If you have Windows 95 or better it will work. That's all. Use the Help button to connect to the various Websites involved...