I decided that my holiday spirit was just too joyous to generate my usual fair of depressing poetry, so today I wrote something humorous. Merry Christmas, and may your New Year be blessed by the dreams you fashioned in years past.
Thanks for your interest and enjoy the holidays.
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Gothic Yawp
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depressing poetry. struggle of smoke to be annihilated in the yellow haze of a ruptured dawn. frown down to sluggish toils. where boils make noises that hoist coitus toward a masochist's syntax. loop to the bandaid where aids patients comfort napalm and impregnate athletic armpits. the relic will be introjected into a new malaise. the struggle of smoke. be bid on by Bono's crotch.
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 23, 2010
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