The past is full of fantastic oracles
whose riddles twisted the minds of men in knots
the trick was always to predict their fear or their hope
and in the end it was either a curse or blessing
nobody plays out a script
with more conviction
than those who are laboring
under the inevitably
of a prediction
which was also
a prescription.
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, July 25, 2011
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