a little slip of a girl, voicelessly remembering
a lovely nothing
shaking like vapor
into a phantom
go away phantom
my daughter is dead
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)
Thursday, June 2, 2011
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