there is a god
to sort through the phony confessions
flowers of masochism
at the end of every accusation
which flagellates
from your soul to mine
i cloister inside you
pure as a pardoner
i eat sacred grammars
from the language of parrots
until my truth becomes a circle
in the yawns of demons
heads drop through puddles
Mother Mary!
i see you are teeming with hell
usurping the wind with rain
which eats you well
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)
Friday, January 21, 2011
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