you were a girl
polystyrene of parts
maudelin mannequin
in envy of motion
you were a boy
puzzled into pieces
fading at the edges
overgrowing your body
dissolving
you will be a man
a mannequin
a manic kindred
of the kinetics of pressure
shedding skin
you will be a woman
a hanged man
a mannequin
puzzled into pieces
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, May 4, 2011
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