The Poetry Machine will be at the Football World Cup in Germany, auto-generating poems based on goals and match results.

An excerpt from the article:
An example poem – from the number sequence 004 315 134 673 110 039 036 529 019 004 366 40 (telephone numbers). English version:

I give in, bloody bastard! Come closer into the tear gas, and promise to pick my bones in peace. Worried ulcers in parking lots. I hope to ignore it for a while. Sloppy rumours: “You are so nasty in bed.” Sincerity is for suckers. Dapper strangers embellish our lives, and flagellation is out for a kill. I compromise. My basement is ablaze with wisdom. I bleed, I swear: We are like the gamblers sweating in the dark! Downstairs reason fades away.