i can hear you calling me
the way i ache in dreams
you must be calling
how else can i explain
this pain?
your voice is the air i walk on. & we will build a fire. gentle as a smile. that will kill schrodinger's cat. & the future will belong to us. better than your best dreamt dreams & coughed out of the ugliness of others. we will be what. we were meant to be. indented. genuinely impressed scenes frame puppets on stage.
spotlights inside.
everything feels laced.
tlkz 2009-May
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 7, 2009
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