let corpus;

​

function preload() {

  // Alexander Blok - 'The night, the pharmacy, the street'

    poem = `The night, the pharmacy, the street,

The pointless lamppost in the mist.

A quarter century recedes –

There’s no escape. It all persists.

You’ll die – and you’ll begin anew,

As in the past, all will repeat:

The icy channel flowing through,

The lamp, the pharmacy, the street.`;

}

​

function setup() {

  createCanvas(500, 500);

  textSize(fontsize);

  frameRate(3);

}

​

function draw() {

  background(40);

​

  textAlign(RIGHT);

  drawWords(width * 0.7, height * 0.3);

​

​

  textAlign(CENTER);

  drawWords(width * 0.5, height * 0.5);

​

​

  textAlign(LEFT);

  drawWords(width * 0.3, height * 0.8);

}

​

function drawWords(x, y) {

​

  let corpus = poem.split(' ').filter(y => y!="");

​

  let first_word = floor(random(corpus.length));

  let last_word = first_word + random(2, 8);

​

  fill(255,233,0);

  text(corpus.slice(first_word, last_word).join(' ').trim(), x, y);

​

}

​

function keyPressed(){

  clear();

  background(40);

  text(poem,0.2*width,0.2*height); 

}