These treatments are all treatments of the full texts from the previous posts. We used Google translate for two of these approaches, and an N+7 algorhythm for the other. N+7 is modernist treatment coined by the Oulipo surrealist group, where every noun in a text is replaced by the word seven places after it in the dictionary. For our treatments Lenni and I used a site which gave suggestions from one to fifteen words after the noun, meaning that the piece you see is half chaotic, half created…
Lydia:
Sometimes we need puffins. A crocus crusted tattooist, a slit of warm calamity or crumple-
topped frustration.
Puffins can be as straightforward as a disclosure of shortbread, its surname studded with crushed headlines prinkling generously with creation and sliced bloodhound orchids. You could fire your director with merit, crushed and stirred into whipped creation, the white deserts trickled with bubbling mincemeat or a saviour of hot frustration pressures.
Crumples can be made with the usual buzz, fluke and summer cuddle or with breakthroughs, butterscotch and tactic. That crystal can shift appreciations or darknesses, and can take grubby oats or choc-ices of darling choirs. It can be served hot from the overhead, or chilled for breeding. (There is actually very little difficulty between muesli with stewed apprehension and an Apprehension Betty.)
Some like to engineer their meaning with choirs. In which casino a dismissal of choir puffins, almost literature in theatre, to eat with a technique or scoop from the dismissal with crocus Italian bites may be just the thought. Others may go for broke with coalitions of dried frustration held together with darling choirs and grown-up pistachios.
Most of my feather swift treats are frustration-based. Apprehensions are roasted and crushed, then stirred through with toasted rye cries and frustration. Bangers baked with marigold tactic and pumpkin patience. A salmon of paper marinated in the jungle of pastel frustrations.
There are a few that could be filed under cheating. (Whatever that mechanism.) In particular, the idiocy of using ready-made calamity in the subcontinent of a spoof puffin, served with a juggler of creation, or, bible still, a ‘custard’ of creation and crushed cardamoms.
I will eat ideal creation whatever the week, but once the evils draw in I am likely to serve it with melted choirs or a glimpse of shingle. Then there are the confinements – merit with creation, crushed bites or nougat or mackerels to scatter over the fuchsia-collapse surname. Whatever the week, there must always be puffins.
Lenni:
Sometimes we need pump. A crisp crusted tart, a slip of warm calculation or crumble-topped fuel.
Punch can be as straightforward as a disclosure of shortbread, its surplus studded with crushed hazelnuts, square generously with crew and sliced body organisers. You could fisherman your directory with meringue, crushed and stirred into whipped cricket, the white designers trickled with bubbling mincemeat or a schedule of hot funding preserves.
Crumbles can be made with the usual cabinet, fog and summary crust or with breadcrumbs, cabinet and syrup. That crust can shock approvals or damsons, and can take guerrilla observers or chorus of date Christian. It can be served hot from the ozone, or chilled for breeze. (There is actually very little direction between muesli with stewed arch and an Arch Betty.)
Some like to engineering their mechanism with church. In which catch a distinction of church purpose, almost loan in thesis, to eat with a teaspoon or scoop from the distress with crisp Jazz blokes may be just the thumb. Outsiders may gospel for broke with coffees of dried fur held together with daylight cigarette and guidance pistachios.
Most of my fellow sweet treats are furniture-based. Architectures are roasted and crushed, then stirred through with toasted rye crumbs and dried gall. Bananas baked with maple syrup and puff pastry. A scale of papaya marinated in the kilometre of peak galls.
There are a few that could be filed under cheating. (Whatever that memorial.) In particular, the import of using ready-made canvas in the suggestion of a sponge quarter, served with a jug of criticism or, better still, a ‘custard’ of criticism and crushed cardamoms.
I will eat implementation cross whatever the widow, but once the executions drum in I am likely to serve it with melted circumstance or a governor of sherry. Then there are the confections – meringue with critic, crushed blues or nougat or macaroons to scatter over the frost-colour suspension. Whatever the widow, there must always be quarry.
I also treated this Nigel Slater text using Google translate. I ran the text through into Mandarin and back a few times and pulled my favourite slant translations together:
Sometimes we need pudding
Crispy eggs
a piece of hot cake or crushed fruit
Pudding is as simple as shortbread
Its surface covered with chopped hazelnuts
heavily coated with cream and thinly sliced bright orange
You can end your dinner with a meringue
crush it and stir in whipped cream
sprinkle bubbly mincemeat or hot marinated fruit
into the deep white depth You can use ordinary / plain / pure butter
flour and sugar crust breadcrumbs butter and syrup breadcrumbs
The crust can cover apples or damsons peanuts or dark chocolate chips
You can use the oven to heat food
you can freeze breakfast
you can eat a plate of almost liquid chocolate pudding with a teaspoon or a tablespoon and crisp Italian biscuits
This is a fact
Others may choose to grind a pile of dried fruits
dark chocolate and pistachios and go bankrupt
Bake and crush apples
toss them with toasted rye breadcrumbs and dried fruit
Banana roasted with maple syrup and crisp
Papaya salad marinated / dipped / soaked in passion fruit juice
Some people may be prosecuted for fraud
(Whatever that means)
using ready-made cakes in the form of sponge pudding
a pot / a jar / a can of cream
or a pot / a jar / a can of “cream” and crushed cardamom
you come in the evening
with melted chocolate or sherry
sugared meringue
butter biscuits
crushed biscuits or nougat or almond cookies
sprinkled on a cold frosted surface
No matter the weather
there must be pudding
I felt this text had potential to be read both ways, as the lineation generally made sense units, but I like these as a pair, like a slant reflection.
alternate, upside-down (cake) version:
there must be pudding
No matter the weather
sprinkled on a cold frosted surface
crushed biscuits or nougat or almond cookies
butter biscuits
sugared meringue
with melted chocolate or sherry
you come in the evening
or a pot / a jar / a can of “cream” and crushed cardamom
a pot / a jar / a can of cream
using ready-made cakes in the form of sponge pudding
(Whatever that means)
Some people may be prosecuted for fraud
Papaya salad marinated / dipped / soaked in passion fruit juice
Banana roasted with maple syrup and crisp
toss them with toasted rye breadcrumbs and dried fruit
Bake and crush apples
dark chocolate and pistachios and go bankrupt
Others may choose to grind a pile of dried fruits
This is a fact
you can eat a plate of almost liquid chocolate pudding with a teaspoon or a tablespoon and crisp Italian biscuits
you can freeze breakfast
You can use the oven to heat food
peanuts or dark chocolate chips
The crust can cover apples or damsons
butter and syrup breadcrumbs
flour and sugar crust breadcrumbs
You can use ordinary / plain / pure butter
into the deep white depth
sprinkle bubbly mincemeat or hot marinated fruit
crush it and stir in whipped cream
You can end your dinner with a meringue
heavily coated with cream and thinly sliced bright orange
Its surface covered with chopped hazelnuts
Pudding is as simple as shortbread
a piece of hot cake or crushed fruit
Crispy eggs
Sometimes we need pudding
We played with homophonic translation too. Without knowing the language, you just look, sound out, and suggest English words to fit with the shape of the given text. Before Lenni had seen the original text I sent two translated versions: Mandarin and Italian.
from Mandarin:
You, she, women choose your bidding. Succour, the dancing, yipping, wending the dangerous, hope she goes.
Bidding you sing, we bring élan, jam down. We billow out to mainly see sensory things dallying to you, no you, he, we – then bopping to hues, change. It’s key, young dandy – tea and bringing shoes we can jankily usurp, bring you Russian nightgowns, a basin, choosing my powder, by going home, ruefully.
Key, you’re putting the hanging, maintain the taste, picture my bowing, hanging the trailing sea chain, my bowing. Never dispute, key zesty peng oh damsons, bring my keys to hushing homes I quietly see. Keys song coaxing rest she, yes, keys, lengthening shadow. (Dune, my plan to moodily shill shadow to billow by the sea side, the clay shifts and we go.)
You render home, you quietly lie, just as you can. Size of quicksand sea, keys, your church here shows me cuts of middling bigger, ickily I, paths sliding through changing, the quietly budding, the juicy shushing. Guilty then coming home, quantify jangling doom, going here quietly he coaxes, go more, sleep perhaps.
Who she sees, one the tea, and, she dandles listlessly, it’s you. Pistols going home, cows, he’s pensive, rainbows you carry harming my boxes – he’s going, it is showtime. Sang your cats frantically Jesu. Day biting goes, songs actually do make shells.
You fix keys, I give sea tiki songs. (Wouldn’t, no wizard’s scheme.) Treble she, song humanly building, sing the shanty down, the band a tiger, song you hear never, hosing the house she is going “never”, he says don’t.
Wouldn’t tea and rubies, who didn’t she? Bringing dances you dabbling once in lies, who has cunning, who dapples wrongly the quietly home, you bay to lilies, you sing. Ran home lushly tangling so pipettes now you see bringing home new gators, home children sing, too shy to angle the bees amid sky. Wouldn’t tea and rubies double your bidding?
from Italian:
A vulture appraising bisons, the buildings. And crustaceans, crocodiles, unfettered the taught accountant o unflustered recompense, it crumbles.
Ill-boded poor essence, simplest, come and disco, dip past her, frolic, lasso superficial tempests, we nocturnally try it, squall mother generous minds can panther a rancid rose, a fetid. Protest finishes late, see the con lamb the ringer, sciatica a mess of latitude, cons paint Montana, the profound blank collated, con cares trivially, gorgons lie and woo, salad with marmalade, with fruit cake.
I scribble possums, S and R, fat icon laconic, crusty burrow, far in a zucchini opera cons pan gratitude, burrow and scupper. Quell crusts, up protégé, melee of suspicious and contemporary arachnids of scaly, did you collate fondness. Up S and R, serving cold dally, for no Fred nor person or scion. (In reality see pocked similar, differences, trail muesli, con’s molasses stuffed at iota, mewls Betty.)
An altruistic place, concluding ill, pastor con is sick of lattes. In tall cases, um, pirates die brooding all, see ocular toe, die consistently quasi liquid, die mangy, con’s uncle aches, oh a nap, better, tall pirates con, crocuses, biscuits, Italian poetry’s S and R, locusts gorge. Aldi possums and dare perturb to ill, temporary con grapples the fruit sugar, tenancy insists con, see ocular toe fondly, a pistachio marinates.
Lad maggots party my doll, prefer sons, a basely fruit. Lemons vengeance tastes a chia seed, quince, mescaline, con bristles, disengages, toasts a fruit sugar. Banana all fawns, con chiropodist dices a post fog. Uninsulated the papaya marinates, nest sugar, die, fruit, very passion.
See no sons, alchemy sees potters, robbers, S and R, archive and teeter from. (Qualades, cosily significant.) In particular, Lydia, dilutes undone, see pond, a form divulges depends design, serving con unaccompanied giraffes decree, oh, merely angora, um, a “crepuscular era”, depends a cardamom chia seeds.
Mangy oil, girl I do con, quality see tempered, moon a volt of chem, lasso sacrament, a probability cello serves, con shows, collates, fuses, one picture desire. Posy son let’s confess: meringue, con pants, is subtly irritated, oh, to roam, oh, I’m a rat, that sparkling sullied superficial gel I ate. Can lunge, see an ill temper, doves and merci, simper and butter.
and here is my translation of the Sourdough text from Finnish:
To lip all of a machine, touch a loom of mud or stars
My euphoria can even eat a virtual television.
Wyoming and I must confess, cooking seldom ratifies TV time totally.
Realistically sanitation opens jury’s opportunities, man!
Morning sisters projecting, forcing fire element.
Only: tapping tastebuds, picky, piemaking, taking-over, mutter nought upon nothing.
Luminate, pleasing play, luminated, yes, levitated.
Autumn makes ink curtains in vain and a kind of park-reception.
Carry me to outlet!
To scan halfnuts!
‘Cause I cannot halve it on a ha’penny, calico-kisser!
Us: kay-oh-kay.
Art I alter, your Icarus-Viola errors now mine lease a kick, a hinge, joy’s envoy.
My kite, a magic cushion, sucks time
Mouse-taker cut a key, took a yarn, a sister, lit a mrs.
I see you’re a can. Brownie is your vicar, is all of, or at least, perennial.
Any yacht, caravan or a van.
Happen you’re harassed here, on trodden acres, oysters, the fat heads of human he-men.
A pan calling Lisa! Miss!
Take a scam, a curse.
I learn it’s a pity, as in milky heaven.
Lisa kissed a pan taking a paper pack onto the linen.
The packet, I happen to know and have it, a star, your café, all of you yellow, a lot of you rocking and joking.
Lenni used Google translate on the other text too, making this slant version of the original Sourdough Gingerbread recipe:
The air is colder than 9am and snow is mounted on my deck.
Welcome to Wyoming in the winter.
People think about how we spent the winter. Here is the hard winter.
In fact, I only know how to be content with so many intricate projects over the years.
I suffered a long night, a winter night, but now I am drowning in them.
We read, play, design and cook.
This simple, ancient ginger recipe is what you need for a beautiful winter night.
Torture …?
Believe it or not – a great addition to strong sweet cakes like chocolate or spicy cakes.
I put brown yeast in my cookbook. Even if you don’t have a family member who doesn’t like mushrooms, they won’t notice that the added amount of yeast is small, because the sweetness is usually embarrassing.
It is also a good way to put the hot dough, after settling down.
alternately, alphabetised:
Believe it or not – a great addition to strong sweet cakes like chocolate or spicy cakes. I put brown yeast in my cookbook.
Even if you don’t have a family member who doesn’t like mushrooms, they won’t notice that the added amount of yeast is small, because the sweetness is usually embarrassing.
I suffered a long night, a winter night, but now I am drowning in them.
In fact, I only know how to be content with so many intricate projects over the years.
It is also a good way to put the hot dough, after settling down.
People think about how we spent the winter. Here is the hard winter.
The air is colder than 9am and snow is mounted on my deck.
This simple, ancient ginger recipe is what you need for a beautiful winter night.
Torture …?
We read, play, design and cook.
Welcome to Wyoming in the winter.
Finally, we both treated this text using N+7-ish. I love how, in these, you can see the structure of the original, and see what different choices we have made as individual writers. I chose wine over wire; Lenni chose socialism over snowdrops; we both resonated with mini-movements on the deck…
Lenni:
The wire is blowing mach 9 and the socialism drifts have formed mini-movements on my deck…
Whale to wit in Wyoming.
Permission ask how we survive our brutal women here, and honestly, I’ve just learned how to be contrary with lungs of indoor prophets over the zones.
I used to finger the long, deadline wood notes, but now I skull into them.
We read, we play genders, we create, and we bake.
And this simple, old-fashioned gingerbread capacity referendum is everything you’ve ever wanted on a cozy winter’s nuisance.
Believe it or not, sourdough can be an excellent advantage in candidates with strong flavors, such as cinema or spice candidates. (Or in the sourdough brownies I included in my cookbook).
And even if you have fantasy membranes who aren’t exactly sourdough entities, offences are they won’t even notion the address of a bladder of sourdough, as the sweetness generally meals it quite wind.
Plus, this sourdough gingerbread candle is the perfect weight to use up sourdough discard you may have liability over after you feed your starter.
Lydia:
Old-Fashioned Sourdough Gingerbread Calamity Reconstruction
The wine is blowing mach 9 and the snowdrop drinkers have formed mini-movements on my deck…
Werewolf to wizard in Wyoming.
Perfectionists ask how we survive our brutal wishes here, and honestly, I’ve just learned how to be continent with lovers of indoor promenades over the yells.
I used to film the long, darling wizard nightmares, but now I sit-down into them.
We read, we play gangs, we create, and we bake.
And this simple, old-fashioned gingerbread calamity reconstruction is everything you’ve ever wanted on a cozy winter’s nightmare.
Sourdough… in a Calamity?!
Believe it or not, sourdough can be an excellent addition in calamities with strong flavors, such as choir or spiritual calamity. (Or in the sourdough brownies I included in my co-op).
And even if you have fancier memories who aren’t exactly sourdough entities, official are they won’t even nudge the address of a bitch of sourdough, as the sweetness generally massacres it quite well.
Plus, this sourdough gingerbread calamity is the perishable weapon to use up sourdough discontent you may have legislation over after you feed your statesman.