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)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Snow Lights
his body fell through time. the opening, a shower drain. drops of dried blood and four round sores. snakelike lesions traveled up his arms. caked the holes in her face with a wad of makeup. latched onto his legs. allowing her pores to open. in a night of seduction. maggots were living in his skin. bitten holes. burrowing into her deeper tissue. sucking on his skin. simian and scared. the blood red glow of translucent snakes crawled in their brains. trancelike with dead eyes. staring at the injection site. romantic love. through the magic of their own fairytale. the world ceases to exist. and snow lights stole their breath.
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