& you will come to see us. reduced by half & half & half. rattlesnakes
unfold under the swollen silver moon. i fell down forever. to watch the
dusty mesa. across the poison creosote. hidden in the cactus bloom.
& when
i touched her sk[I]n
my fingers ran
with sand . silent sand . blood .
the wind will be my hands . silent sands . me; the stars will be your
eyes . and swollen . to the wind . will come to drag away your hopes .
shadows dance . with me forever . across the thorny brush . and a
stranger haunted me . the last light warms the stars will be my fingers
ran with blood forever across the dusty mesa forever the poison light
warms the boiling sun . forever . twines her skin .
slowly towards the wind . to drag away your eyes . and the last light
warms the poison creosote . sand . the rocks and the boiling sun .
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)
Monday, April 14, 2014
red crush.
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