unfolded wings being
so rare in our sight
the way people stare
so willing to wear
such things
like transcendental canines and molars & confessions of the rising sun. dissonance in their hair. bent upon the body good.
unsocialized in deed and mind, a sensational device pocketing even the most slippery of eyes. where passion pokes. cry liners and discharge agitate even apes lie here.
Computer poetry is warfare carried out by other means, a warfare against conventionality and language that has become automatized. Strange as it seems, our finite state automata have become the poet’s allies in this struggle, the long historical battle by which mankind pries into the surface of language to reveal its latent mysteries… R.W. Bailey, Computer Poems (1973)
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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