under a magnifying glass
a flame becomes a fountain
hands reaching for the stars
at right angles to the moon
clouds now
blankets
locks yearning for a key
slowly
rolling the dice
at the footsteps
in front of me
there is no sound in this space
merely the memory of a step
yet to be taken
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)
Sunday, September 16, 2012
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