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put down thy pen, it is in disrepute, smash thy tablet, crack its glass... house the mouse, don't be an *** genus human, you have been antihero morphed anthromorprophesized, ****** simply, replaced you poem prophecy returned, stamped, Unneeded, Unread, Unheeded you have been excused, you have been recused, jury, a chamber of inconclusive noises dismissed, the judge will digitally write all from now on... submit your selected tags for laughs, a different poem returned to you, by a digital "humanist" what do I crave? give me your youthful typos, let me literate critique the good, the bad, the trite repetitive and especially the ugly poetry, the kind only humans can write so I love or hate it, your literacy, with impassioned dispassion, the kind no machine will e'er transcend pull the plug on your random alphabet generator, Eliot of York, or you might find yourself upgraded into unempoement!
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
The Algorithm of Poetry Writing
put down thy pen, it is in disrepute, smash thy tablet, crack its glass... house the mouse, don't be an *** genus human, you have been antihero morphed anthromorprophesized, ****** simply, replaced you poem prophecy returned, stamped, Unneeded, Unread, Unheeded you have been excused, you have been recused, jury, a chamber of inconclusive noises dismissed, the judge will digitally write all from now on... submit your selected tags for laughs, a different poem returned to you, by a digital "humanist" what do I crave? give me your youthful typos, let me literate critique the good, the bad, the trite repetitive and especially the ugly poetry, the kind only humans can write so I love or hate it, your literacy, with impassioned dispassion, the kind no machine will e'er transcend pull the plug on your random alphabet generator, Eliot of York, or you might find yourself upgraded into unempoement!
Three poems in 50 minutes, 12:55 am, time for body replenishment - but if my hands should find themselves upon my thighs, no telling if the writing birth canal knows it should be shut... See http://hellopoetry.com/poem/661501/the-proper-sleep-position-for-poetry-writing/
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
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