in retrospect
money grows on trees
and the word is made meat
in the language of arsonists
the water tongued snake is evaluator
money or nothing
the earth is a simplex of debt
running off borrowed sunlight
we excrete dinosaurs and animals
through our tailpipes
and one day our fathers as well
we will dig through our ancestors
to find their oil
george washington returns
as a noxious vapor in a child's lungs
as the oil-jesus passes into the sunset
passed in the gas of the great machine
as the revolution races
toward the starting line
these are primal screams
lusting for primordial liberty
the liberty to revoke liberty
and turn it all to debt
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, August 1, 2011
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