close your eyes
when he looks at you
when you haunt the blood
of your courageous art,
you will reflect me
amongst the moonlight
polystyrene of parts,
swimming in abandonment
filling through others
how to reject.
be vexed and violetly multiplied
even a chaotic maker will produce
in half-faced tomorrows
the needs of the evening
know how to disappear.
you will end me by completion
out among the spirit tangles
of our windows
your full midnight
will shake through others
how to control
even in apocalyptic negations
the pull of our eden
will confuse the cosmos
with a final fiction
and show everyone
how to dissolve
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)
Monday, February 21, 2011
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