The tooth becomes aware of itself. Aware of itself as a tooth, unique, separate, within something foreign to it. It passes through bone the way we pass through air only much more slowly, making its way to the heart. It has no senses, and yet it has sense. It senses the center of its universe and decides to make a home there. It will never realize that to do so not only will kill it, but the very universe in which it is situated.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSnXjE66tvQ
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, January 31, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Popular Posts
-
im3 is ready for download! DOWNLOAD Check out the new support blog: HERE .
-
to show the simplicity of a crowns of thorns doors sustain the fluency of quartered men. their bowels burning before them. the stench of p...
-
Cain[1]: Elevation (8,1) for the duration of a half an hour heaven fell silent the smoke of our in sense was a death sent...
-
go without hurt when withering any desire is caused by a lack of appreciation back to sleep this hidden virtue is a small belief in the...
-
The Devil[2]: Feeds on Life you cleaned a spirit disfigured by sin and gave him a heaven to swell in I am the maker of cl...
No comments:
Post a Comment