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.
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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
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