[1] Laughter
the very heavens laugh. the stars will shudder. as we connect the dots. all images of a human face.
tears. laughter. vomit. shit. expressions of release. today. i have begotten you. my image. i have set myself against me. i am an arrow on a shield. a musician & an instrument.
my mercy is an act of wrath.
[2] Tears
pulling these strings
we can make no distinction
btwn the musician &
the instrument
there is no rememberance
of death - only the echoes
of an earth
salted with our tears
the throat
is an open tomb
for those who take
pleasure in wickedness
& flatter their tongues
with vacuous demons
whose premonitions
are repetitions
on death
[3] Spit
i can kill you
with my sympathy alone
with a double heart
they cut your throat
twice
& splice your soul
from your body
& now she's covered
head to toe in maggots
& she flies out of his kiss
[4] Vomit
of angels & their faith
disappears
two agencies forever contending
forever interpreting the wind
brimstone&burning
& while i die
my mouth is alive
with relentless pain
& the jealousy of angels
[5] Cum
did i not sacrifice my son
& impregnate my daughter?
did i not send plagues over egypt?
i made a world of objects
satisfied like bees
to buzz about
my signature:
a god of mercy to everyone but yourself...
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, May 12, 2013
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