look, I can manipulate monsters
with the invisible strings of their
predictable desires
their pride
where dusk struggles
to circle echoes
to forgive this
my bed
that isn’t a vacuum
i'd pretend to give birth to hOles
(second dreams) seeking
because it has to
embody sensation
or else we’d cannibalize a name
bottling out of a god's esophagus
everyone's prayer
is itself for an apocalypse
interiorized violence always
makes its way outside
so when faith cuts your pretense
and the “sin” shade monster masters
bind you to your guile
and blind you
guilty spirits will circle
your personal subjection
-=-=-=--=-=-=-
*he who is hated: a possible translation of Odysseus' name
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, January 2, 2012
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