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)
on another planet I am staring at the sea waiting for her and all her masks call to me in the dreams I have when I'm awake I see her smile shells of words we pass on lips each others eyes the kind of love you wake up from
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