we. endless time. what procession. what line. mountain myths prey fear while all but you fall in waters. factory built allegories for predator drones.
isn't war a little impersonal now? even war is simulation. but only war is simulated.
violent everybody penitence opression allegories feed us transformations.
face: yOu are
place and being
echoing light
nature of Lightening of hell whistled spectres. speciation architecture riddled eggs ask ghandi for balance. hearts dissever symptoms exchange confessions and command.
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, December 3, 2011
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