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
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Popular Posts
-
at the root of silence. paused a powder. rolling backward over the gutter. & dissolved in anOther’s eyes. & a chest secretly envied ...
-
they say the door opens inwards push as you will it will not budge & there is no lock so the key cannot be gasped nor felt ...
-
the LORD's house called time furnace tender Gilgal ( gate of desYre ) place of blood out where foreign gods preach through their te...
-
silence is the ambition of insanity. pandemonium morals & sestina ethics. behold songs coming through the walls. recycling the eulogies ...
-
It's becoming, in light of recent police aggression, understood by most, that it is not the gun that is worthy of our fear, but the bad...
No comments:
Post a Comment