a majority were forgotten. in the deranged HooDoo of an ex-nihilo magic.
all their children on the playground with death. organic surrealist cancer production. a horoscopy of distempers. alchemically palpable institutions. function & evil. thereafter united.
Eve came into
man to conglobe
each moment in the first seed
molded ammunition
to flee to speak
with
evil and
of dreams
of hell
devils and men
at the behest
of devils.
whatever pubescent lizards
licking identity
off their bodies
things with men at command
forces of nature
fear itself
entangled things
with
still banned
Dionysus lizards
fight or flight brained
sex acts
repeopling potential
governments (Life) meant
a strong but paranoid
living soul
abstracted into
its fear of loss
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)
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Mammon[2]: 99%
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