circular internal quadrilateral circular soap smell penetrating person quadrilateral box within a box picturing man using soap fully cleaned penetrating internal circular person penetrating quadrilateral internal soap using soap circular penetrating person.
the tendency for all systems. to decay. in time. erode into nature. swallowed by the earth. and dug out of time. we are a memory of art and facts and clock plates flooded dusk and we might have been one piece. but Nature abhors a vacuum.
it is a religion you'll never know (globe modeled) how badly i care (man made mottled global perfume) about not caring (even when) parellelogram diagnal imitating madamoiselle is dead.
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)
Friday, March 12, 2010
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