Remix Corpus Pipeline
An experiment in preparing writers’ texts for remixing so every word can be traced back to its writer, work, and edition. It separates a writer’s words from publishers’ text and keeps their punctuation, spelling, and dialect.
Provenance
As written
When justfeelings totell me
Original
Common tools
whenjustfeelingstotellme
✕ Loseswhose words they were
Our pipeline
- When just…how it would be / When just this time, some perfect year…
- feelings to…And to thine heart just feelings to convey…
- tell me…And the earth, they tell me, / On its axis turned…
✓ Keepseach fragment’s writer, poem, and edition
- Dickinson
- Wheatley
- Both writers
A line composed on Markov Monostich from Emily Dickinson and Phillis Wheatley
Elisions
As written
Which wip’d the trick’ling tear from Mis’ry’s eye.
Original
Common tools
whichwipdthetricklingtearfrommisryseye
✕ Losesthree words, broken into seven pieces
Our pipeline
Whichwip’dthetrick’lingtearfromMis’ry’seye
✓ Keepsevery word whole, as Wheatley spelled it
Phillis Wheatley, “To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor, on the Death of His Lady” (1773)
Sentences
As written
Mr. Covey bought her from Mr. Thomas Lowe, about six miles from St. Michael’s.
Original
Common tools
- Mr.
- Covey bought her from Mr.
- Thomas Lowe, about six miles from St.
- Michael’s.
✕ Losesthe sentence: each title reads as a full stop
Our pipeline
- Mr. Covey bought her from Mr. Thomas Lowe, about six miles from St. Michael’s.
✓ Keepsthe sentence, whole
Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass (1845)
Line breaks
As written
’Tis little I could care for pearlsWho own the ample sea;Or brooches, when the EmperorWith rubies pelteth me;
Original
Common tools
- ’Tis little I could care for pearls
- Who own the ample sea;
- Or brooches, when the Emperor
- With rubies pelteth me;
✕ Losesthe thought that runs from line to line
Our pipeline
- ’Tis little I could care for pearls / Who own the ample sea; / Or brooches, when the Emperor / With rubies pelteth me; …
✓ Keepsthe sentence, across its line breaks
Emily Dickinson, “Real Riches,” Poems, Third Series (1896)