hungry gods
zip through the winds of nagasaki
inhaling the tophet's smoke
& the manners of the morningstar
rip through our grid
we become what we be hold
the shock of recognition
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, April 25, 2009
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