you were always the prophet
of someone else's god,
an atheist seething at the women
who dismissed your kisses
and the men they loved
on moral grounds
till you crawled back into
your mother's womb
touched by the swallows
of her mouth
that release you silently
from the burden of caring
about her.
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)
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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