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Jumping on the up-goer five bandwagon
THE UP-GOER FIVE TEXT EDITOR
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CAN YOU EXPLAIN A HARD IDEA USING ONLY THE TEN HUNDRED MOST USED WORDS? IT'S NOT VERY EASY. TYPE IN THE BOX TO TRY IT OUT.
Shakespeare simplified:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Are you, my love, just like a summer's day?
You are more pretty and more calm than that:
High winds do shake the growing things of May,
And summer's time has all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the fire of sun will burn,
And often does his color grow less bright;
And pretty things become less so, one learns,
when bad things happen or with age's night;
But your not ending summer will not die,
You won't become less pretty than you are,
If Death says you are with him it's a lie,
When in long lasting lines to time you're barred:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and you alive can be.
http://splasho.com/upgoer5/
CAN YOU EXPLAIN A HARD IDEA USING ONLY THE TEN HUNDRED MOST USED WORDS? IT'S NOT VERY EASY. TYPE IN THE BOX TO TRY IT OUT.
Shakespeare simplified:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Are you, my love, just like a summer's day?
You are more pretty and more calm than that:
High winds do shake the growing things of May,
And summer's time has all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the fire of sun will burn,
And often does his color grow less bright;
And pretty things become less so, one learns,
when bad things happen or with age's night;
But your not ending summer will not die,
You won't become less pretty than you are,
If Death says you are with him it's a lie,
When in long lasting lines to time you're barred:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and you alive can be.
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...I mean, Great! This is very good! :-D
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I hope you don't mind if I link this with a recommendation?
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Once upon a time there lived a dear little girl who everyone loved, but her mother's mother, who could not see or hear very well, loved her the most. On the day the girl marks as the day she came into being, her mother's mother gave her a kind of dress made of the hair from an animal with thick white hair that eats green things that come out of the ground. This dress covered her head, shoulders and back, but not her front. It was red and it kept her warm. She wore this dress-like thing all the time.
One day her mother asked her to take some food and drink to her mother's mother who was not feeling well. She asked the girl to go straight to her house and not to leave the road. The road went through some woods which were dark and made her scared. The road became darker and darker as she went to her mother's mother's house. At the darkest point she met a animal with grey hair, with a long black nose, long ears and long white teeth. He was a bad animal, but the girl did not know this.
The animal wanted to eat the girl and her mother's mother, so he led the girl down the wrong road and she got lost in the woods. The animal then ran to her mother's mother's house. He knocked on the door. The girl's mother's mother came to the door and asked "Who is there?" The animal lied and said that he was the girl, and since the girl's mother's mother could not see or hear very well, the girl's mother's mother opened the door, at which point the animal ate her.
He then put on the girl's mother's mother's clothes and got into bed. When the girl arrived at the house, she came to the bed and said "Mother's mother! What big eyes you have!" "All the better to see you with, my dear," replied the bad animal. The girl then said, "Mother's mother! What big ears you have!" "All the better to hear you with, my dear," replied the mean animal. The girl then said, "Mother's mother! What big teeth you have!" "All the better to EAT you with, my dear!" replied the mean, bad animal. And he ate the girl right up.
Soon there was a knock on the door. The animal, still dressed as the girl's mother's mother, opened the door. It was a man who kills animals for food! Even though the mean animal was still wearing the girl's mother's mother's clothes, the man who kills animals for food knew it was an animal, not a lady, because he was not stupid. He took out his killing thing and killed the animal. He saw that the animal had a very large area in which one keeps food that one has eaten. He took his killing thing and cut this part of the animal open, and out came the girl and her mother's mother, still able to talk and breathe because the mean animal had eaten them whole!
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http://cappyhead.livejournal.com/125358.html
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i may also want to use the phrase "pumped-up kicks"
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Awesome!
I'd love to hear anything you care to share about how you did this remix.
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I used the text box that allows only the ten hundred most used words.
I tried to keep as much of Shakespeare's language as I could.
I tried to use iambic pentameter.
I probably used a rhyming dictionary too.
I don't remember anything else about how I did it.
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That fact that iambic pentameter is self-defining has always delighted me.
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