no fate. the deepest secret. sky of lies. tree of life.
i carry your heart in my mind. i carry your mind in my heart.
the colors that the mind can hide. the fear of hope. and hope of
desire. the sky carries my wishes in a tense future. a sweetwater
censor. and broken wings for howard hughs. anything to express
i'm sorry. i'm sorry i am made of china. i belong behind glass.
the metanoia of the paranoid. i hide behind mirrors. i make wishes
and pretend i want nothing. why would you take me home?
i am a juniper trigger. a heaven of wind up toys. a synthetic form
in the intensive care unit. they bring me to tomorrow. in a silent
ceremony. i am the virus of wise.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ygI3BZxdCY
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, December 16, 2010
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