(One of the greatest moments in American cinematic history...)
his little eyes are black
no white at all
and still it seems like he can see
it seems like he can
little black eyes can see
can see
little black eyes
can see
his little eyes are black
no white at all
his little black eyes
can see
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, May 14, 2011
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