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CherryBlossom

vivin — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 02:58:26 +0000

I’ve created a project page for the CherryBlossom programming language. You can check it out here. The interpreter is written in perl.

Introducing CherryBlossom

vivin — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 06:06:49 +0000

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.

beautiful jasmine
your lovely fragrance heals me
every morning

remembering you,
dreaming of your lovely smile,
when will you come here?

floating butterflies
sunshine and summer flowers
a lovely morning

blossoming hillside
on a fragrant summer day
blooming, flowering.

I can remember
my happy dreams of summer
it was beautiful

flying doves, sunrays
beauty flying in sunshine
rain in the valley.

snow falls in moonlight,
returns to the mountainside.
lovely, beautiful.

view from mountaintop
is a beautiful painting,
in summer sunshine.

the fragrant flowers
and the pretty butterflies
spring by singing creek.

beautiful morning
butterflies by riverside
floating in sunshine.

such a lovely sight,
the valley waterfall is
in the spring sunshine.

sunrays and sunshine,
the butterflies and flowers
loving the new spring.

the pretty flowers
are dreaming of a summer
with the smiling sun.

music from heaven,
is melodious and sweet,
dreamy and happy.

the river is cold
and misty in the moonlight,
in the autumn chill.

winter riverside,
lonely, icy, and chilly
darkening evening

the lonely winter,
barren riverside ahead
a dreaming poet

Trust me, this does print out “Hello World!”! You might think I’m crazy, but I’m not! Either tomorrow or day after, I’ll add a new page to the Projects menu and you’ll see how CherryBlossom works and you will also have access to the interpreter!

More pretentious Haikus

vivin — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 07:04:39 +0000

balmy summer night
someone else, also alone
feelings shared

—

Listening
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

Weary, solitary, flight

vivin — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 22:42:56 +0000

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,
May know.

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