they grazed - (I did not)
so he put
the dead LORD in many
dead lords
Spirit "{TEMPLATE}" sons
again were ugly and worshiped an axe
bodyling out of possession
a single act is clear
they have suffered
the angels
and their prey
seek now for a place
to slumber
to save
the troubled keeper
eat the kept brother
man comes
dreams
had considered
keeping
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)
Sunday, November 20, 2011
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