we will cry, one at a time.
when you perfect the waves
that collapse the circle. but you will
still burn in pain for each one of us
giving up the moonlight,
each electron headed
for the breaker. and i dream
that you are faceless. no one can tell
when you cry behind a mask.
we were your stillborn babies.
you named us all, in spite
of our condition. you warned
us. your love would be
disguised as darkness.
a love generated
from a medicine
from a penitant hero
with death forgiven
between pills.
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)
Saturday, February 26, 2011
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