all the shards of heaven
cut into our bloodstream
if i tarry at the gallows
give my bones&flesh
to the victims of hope
who call to me
in a dream
the darkness lapses
eyelids open
& we forget each other
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, April 18, 2013
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