glitcherature-mode, 2014, Emacs Lisp code.
Glitcherature is glitch literature, glitch aesthetics applied to text. “Kathy Acker uploaded by Bryce Lynch”, as I said of Orphan Drift’s novel “Cyberpositive”.
I’ve converted my earlier glitcherature Python code experiments to a mode for the powerful and easily hackable Emacs text editor.
Installing and enabling glitcherature-mode in Emacs allows you to glitch text by introducing OCR scanning errors, inserting random characters around words or lines, converting text to binary, 1337 and more.
Here’s some Sherlock Holmes:
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And here’s some high modernism:
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STATELY, plump Buck Mulligan came from the STAIRHEAD, BEARING A bowl of LATHER on which A MIRROR AND a RAZOR LAY CROSSED. A YELLOW DRESSINGGOWN, ungirdled, was SUSTAINED GENTLY BEHIND him ON THE MILD morning AIR. He HELD THE bowl ALOFT and INTONED:
—Introibo AD ALTARE DEI.
HALTED, HE PEERED down THE DARK winding stairs AND CALLED out coarsely:
—Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!
Solemwly he came fo_ard awd mouw_d the rouwd guwre_t. He f__ ut awd ble__ gravely thri_ the tower. the urrouwdiwg lawd awd the aki wg mouwtaiw . Thew. ca_hiwg ight of S_phew Dedalu. he bewt toward him awd made r_id cro__e iw the _ r. gurgl iwg iw hi thr_t awd hakiwg hi hed. Stephew lu. di_J
Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly.
—Back to barracks! he said sternly.
He added in a preacher’s tone: *)**%)%)***%*))*%%%)_)%))%))_%%%%%)**)_*%%%%)% —For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.
He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold points. 010000110110100001110010011110010111001101101111011100110111010001101111011011010110111101110011. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm.
You can get the code here.