we harvest all kinds of amusing
medicines
for the master arises out of the laughter of dogs.
hell keeps finding symphonies as certain burials
stay hidden. from sight.
& moonlight retracts
time
as the sky descends
& the air is so thick with insects
that they become one
with your breath.
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, July 28, 2013
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