i wander the frontier
with a flashlight and a gun
seeking out reflections
my own to murder
on the same wet vine that murders me
i fashion a noose of desire
and place it three feet before your face
i decorate it in power
i saturate it in greed
you grope for it
but it moves away
into a pit with no bottom
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)
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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