“As
every child knows who has ever owned
an articulated toy, articulation has its limits...”
(Pablo Gervás)
From the tree
adjoining grammar
hang electronic tongues
humming binaries
of despair:
does
does not
does
So hellish tag,
long ago elled and held
double-wheeled.
Approach now this easy task
and bask as laureate in golden
digits
humming humming humming
until the power is cut
and the distance algorithm
bites the surface of the sea
drowning measured isomorphisms
like rats and sailors.
Mere peasants
gather drift wood
on electric shores
scavenging platinum
for their hollow teeth.
She bathing
nude in sweet water
She bathing
nude in sweet water
She bathing
nude in sweet water....
Order now the spectrum search
goal-directed to uncover syntax.
Order now the evaluation functions
that measure stress among genes.
Order now your propositional
semantics & sublet the machine to
say
one beautiful word like
amor-roma or cellar door or
Borodino
die one more smiling death
with pistol in the air
capturing a lagoon of
meaninglessness.
Then
you programmers
suicide from grief
that poetasters
who create knots in sheepskin cape
and long-daggered
shot the young Lermontov through
the heart
on his endless turntable
bleeding needles.
E. A. Costa 27 March 2014 Granada, Nicaragua
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