silence is the ambition of insanity.
pandemonium morals & sestina ethics.
behold songs coming through the walls.
recycling the eulogies that have pistol-shot generations of theories through projectile grammars. I see you.
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 25, 2012
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I've had this starred in my Google Reader for quite some time. Thought I'd finally stop by to say that I LOVE IT. The first line is absolutely killer.
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ReplyDeleteAlso, this poem was inspired by Flusser's "Does Writing Have a Future" ...
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