give the angel his grave
rain, the unfaithful
none ravages increase; seasons sin
this old Revelation
whatever faithful Revelation
blameless as the Seven Signals
MOTHER whatever
faith in Revelation
this cloud Revelation
testified to its chains
ABOMINATIONS {11:10} deceive
bright things
flow from the Messiah's veins
become that sun
that angel sign
can calculate
its Revelation.
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, September 22, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
"the music of the surface of spheres."
hovers in at a relics in a congregation.
as it songs pure it cannot alarm
on us
have in.
can the two interval at two
the fear stimulus given in
the crosses.
can the vectors at the God interval
parallax in drives.
the yet of us the us the oscillation
can in the vectors in
the interval idler
drive the isolation
geometry the in of
symmetry interval of polarization
reflexes in
the resonator in
the interval at
the ring around
the congregation
revolves around
the interval of
of oscillation
congregation of systems
in the feedback of a
genesis at the end
as it songs pure it cannot alarm
on us
have in.
can the two interval at two
the fear stimulus given in
the crosses.
can the vectors at the God interval
parallax in drives.
the yet of us the us the oscillation
can in the vectors in
the interval idler
drive the isolation
geometry the in of
symmetry interval of polarization
reflexes in
the resonator in
the interval at
the ring around
the congregation
revolves around
the interval of
of oscillation
congregation of systems
in the feedback of a
genesis at the end
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