we shall inherit (it) & be (His) angels
before them in
Mehujael bracelets for
Him; for my death: pilled
white baskets wherewith
enter departed
bracelets adorned in eyes,
lips, the shadows of Egyptian
slaves.
his servant brought you to me
which thou flee (the field)
bad heavens over Ethiopia
increased upon his foreskin
of Edom; gopher
he kept them
having been drunken
on me as of yesternight
unleavened men fell before me
Jesus Christ redeemed from thee
as a trade sharp sword must be fulfilled
by slaying
saints & sorceries
liars' gates on their hands
the marriage of fire & ice. the heads of Satan dwell inside our code. Remember the Alleluia is also a scream. death shall be filthy flowers for mighty men. a king so much the seven plagues yet come and had in graves from God of God we rot then rule all nations
which hold onto their teeth.
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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