The fates themselves
and all their chemicals
survived the vultures
primordial man saw circling
the dead. Following the omen
to food.
The desert
does not need to be filled.
It means its maker.
And survives as crows.
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, July 14, 2011
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