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)
i am the dead. light pours from my eyes. i hide behind stars. i eat lunch with atoms. i bounce off mirrors. you collect me in your breath. & sheathe me in wreaths. & flowers decorate my heaven. from which there is no return.
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