“Aesthesia, The Magician's Name”
to/for Jorge Luis Borges
i see the faceless God
behind the unnamed gods
& my thoughts are bereft
of objects. & my sight
is made of light.
my other name is Vertigo.
my final name: Aesthesia.
not just before the wavering moon,
or the terror of mirrors,
or narcissus' finger.
troubled by the crystal waters.
not just before the sleepless dreamer that watches us watching us.
the water watches us.
reminding us. that we are nothing. more. than what we dream.
tlkz 2009
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)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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