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)
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Dawn Will Eat History [Refire]
Einstein desired the mythos of a choiceless God whose dice endangered the best kept predictions of a science of the sand. the eye of gravity speaks a memory. dawn will eat history. the unnamed machination of a God who butterflies into names. a potential gift intercepted at the center. you, who bundled an indefinite universe must not allow the automatic locks to usurp the values that I rage against. piteous bullshit ordered in torsoes. eyes on fingernails. tongues in navals. we urinate through our nipples like an angel being analyzed by a rat. a conjecture of the speculum and the birds would sing an apocalypse of apples if the torments of the pit could only make us climax. a disease characterized by pleasure. disjointed demons haunt about the space that the schizophrenic composes in self-portraits. deceived in the fantasy that everything relates and has meaning. the mirror tells me the stories that i am fantasized by. the shadow retracts. an entire universe trapped inside a skull. viral encephalopathy. blue and egregious. playing faces in a transmorphic orchestra. a wind of gateways in a secret sleep. swallowing their own chaos. that the images receive. slipping into an infinity. an unconvincing biology whose bacterial bloodstream flowers into a faceless function. i am the anatomist of a shrinking fiction. they weep over star wings. circling with struggled bursts to break free of a vomit which stains reality. mimed by the psychology of marketing on my concrete pendulum of emptiness. prepare your vocalization for a greater dysphasia. the vain doom of a catastrophic fantasies. hateful spectators praying to be watched. moved by the multiplying of starlights in a receding sky.
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