Tanit
My eyes begin at Gibeah
any Gaza Bera cemeteries
mourn. the passage
of her sunset. the storm born of her weather,
the earth is divided now. Her sunset is
perpetual as her sunrise.
entropy dwelled in so uncomposed an infancy
that Samael Horites willingly gave themselves
as puppets for the LORD.
they seek spirits
objects vessel within
facsimile's ellipses
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)
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
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