I’ve created a project page for the CherryBlossom programming language. You can check it out here. The interpreter is written in perl.
Over the past month, I’ve been working on a new project. It’s called CherryBlossom, and it’s a way to write programs using haikus. Strictly speaking, CherryBlossom is a brainfuck analog. I actually spent more time writing the obligatory “Hello World” program in CherryBlossom than I did writing the interpreter for the language. The idea behind CherryBlossom is simple. Brainfuck instructions are mapped to words that convey the essence of the Brainfuck instruction. Of course, this is a little subjective and also a little abstract.
Ultimately, it serves as a way to make program code not just functional, but beautiful and artistic. Thus, we introduce a new criteria to programming. Your code must not only be elegant algorithmically, but must also be poetic and artistic (also, since program code consists of haikus, you need to represent your code in sets of 3 lines with the first and last lines having 5 syllables, and the second line 7. That is, conforming to haiku rules). CherryBlossom serves to blend the programmer and the poet into one entity (hopefully with amazing results).
Here is an example of “Hello World!” in CherryBlossom. I have opted to use a spruced up div tag instead of enclosing my beautiful poem in soulless sourcecode tags.
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balmy summer night
someone else, also alone
Song of an Ancient City
And it gives me Strength
Digital stream weaves
And you search for love
In its warp and weft
words that leave my hand
feelings on a screen
I lay my soul bare
looking back i see
new fall with new promises
one, never fulfilled
Dreary dancing under the fire-born moods
Has fallen cold light footfall;
But the indolence of wine
The Incorruptible Rose of Houlihan.
With white birds on to be, and his animal blood astir
And glittered in dew,
The changing eyes blind
With lightning, but the bone.
The heavy flooded waters in a red wine
And a mind
That nobleness made my heart knows;
And one common level place for you night,
Beauty that you sigh with mingled sorrow before the fallen still;
He bade all the passing on a sudden flaming West;
Desolate winds are safer in the calling my beloved, I sing the sky,
No learning from the warring in half hidden
Under the flash of the wings
That the wind and moon overhead
Has taken a rocking cradle.
In all the reeds grew to and the Boar without sound;
He changed to shoot,
And all things came the blue depth of wine
The Incorruptible Rose.
And moth-like stars and kind one,
And what could find
Nothing to kiss
Weary and solitary and I fly
–Lightning and Lodestone