above respect or confusion.
If he can suffer in this expedition.
the Divinity of a daily Cross.
put upon him by such contemplation.
mystery may die, for example.
all poverty against our many labors.
separates a Paradise. all poverty against
the apples. to see I am the Tree. my desires
are these apples. I am the Tree.
nothing in my manner exempts me
from self-consuming. by helping those
who have sinned & served their negligence
& grace to a moment's impulse. where a
mystery dies. the place in which we feel.
may be a worthy circuit for the world
contraries for the feet of an enemy of
Christ our Lord. for NOTHING once
my mere attached is getting done.
a place in which we feel feelings.
& a consciousness of midnight
every hour. Divine Persons are dying.
& ten Additions of myself
to their tears are my procreation.
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)
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