we fall
fall into black time
the opening
as a voice
echoing into a vanishing point
that symbolizes facts
that we use to create fictions
and then anti-fictions to cure us of our fictions
we are jugglers of all the noises
we fabricate to drown the noise
and then we lay our eggs where it is darkest
& there is no path
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, November 11, 2010
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