Shhh! Nobody's listening.
Only whispers can escape the static.
I saw an embankment of rock
crumble like dust and dissolve
into the surrounding air. Waves laughed
& crashed against the Denver shoreline.
From the darkness, the light shines like
chaos. Beckoned by longing a beauty
of fires, faces shake, mouths agape,
into a blur. All it was before is but
a smudge, whatever it was.
Crucifix instinct doubled in the 3rd face
& sawblade style blushed at dawn. Years wandering
barren plains. Ticked & tucked away. Two heart beats
per second. Impaled bodies look like crosses when I'm hurt.
& the sky, like order, burns and spreads its unrequired love
Beckons to balance a seething. Light descends upon the darkness.
& turns this arbitrary order into assssshhhhhh!
Nobody's listening! I saw a man set a dog on fire and laugh
as it yelped & danced & burned.
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)
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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