in those days
the KING maker ate kings
and our KING famished the firstfruits
who built Babel
GOD what i have taken
the
echo of objects
I am an object
Daughters nest by your master's bare Zerubbabel overflow
as our ancestors whistled sewage to life
hell hath the fundage of abdOmen suits
Although sometimes these seduce disgust
unto nameless thoughts of Cush
against the soul,
we trumpet money expectation
varied unto an infinite materiality
deliver the Beth-el doctrine
to the vomiting madness of God
we justify the schemata
of perceived computations
we accumulate strategies to accumulate
Weep ten thousand
kindreds of self-disgust
and imagine flesh shall firstripe
the architect of a metastatic order
Gomer, Gomer
tabernacle you
and harvest the g0od
that overthrew Mehujael
& restored Gomer
dryshod Nathan,
Uzziah died LORD
Uzziah died
Rephaims forgotten
our own God forgotten
to become images
in his children's minds
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)
Friday, January 20, 2012
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