the self-love formula
separated us
from the correct shape
of our reluctance
to experiencing
this
con_sequent legend
microbe rationalism
Julian ejaculation
philosopher watching
cow-dust compulsion
of having hurt the fearsome
objects of our subtracted difference
of any refracted inference
to reproduce this objective
value that I palliate
into indifference
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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Friday, March 9, 2012
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