turing and turin bid on bodies. evil satan
vanity cabaret. carousel of cains. the
devil, who immortalized amnesia
prepares giants in death valley.
in a soup of genomes. machinations
slip. terrorists play their names
cry their fear in the bloodstream of blame.
heat sleeps and seeks. accusing
a voodoo of brains that curse their
dreaming demons. vicious circles
spiral into a regress of screams.
bloody mary, the fang you stake
retires to a bottomless pit. abaddon
rises from the deep. polluters believe
there is no tomorrow. dreamers retire
to their sleep. we are being swallowed
by a calm state. medicated into normalacy.
the study of breath. bacterial mitosis.
i have carried this demon on my back.
synchronizing with a timeless god.
whose jaw is the splendor of an
ancient deluge.
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)
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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