Electronic Literature (a poem for autostart)



you procreate outsit nick you raffle
you boycott you irrigate
explore I befound you layer control
accelerate chuck
mindmeld
you photocopy
you green thought
you green shade you cram
you cram
you you intern
you cigar
you twitch
you liquidate
twitch
strangling the wind
I reproduce
I declaim you scribble
rephrase
disdain
mary had to make a phone call
but she left the dogs
I can show a little behind the scenes
of what we did last night
what did I just plug into
(moaning)
head
set?
or
computers only go down
so
as you might expect the first step
can you see it
you’ve seen it three layers
video
we turned off the lights
I calibrate
one side of my face
the same intrigue
take the resolution
down
sort of a simmmmmmum
resolution
a readin looks for a text file
a particular name
listening to the voice
running
sound environment
machine
middle layer
anna simple
simple as you might
expect
external
revision process
launch, choose, layer
I guess
that’s not right
you know why
well
let’s turn
this off
I can point this
I can run
my hand in front of this
people start sort of
playing pushing
editing the system
quick behind
the scenes
written in feed
nobody gets anything but mead
easier to add in other machines
my site works that way
holds and grabs that
composing poems
technique and algorithms
it posterizes
it is
not really
doing color
light and dark
particularly light
section shows
the lightest text
read through
we worked it down
to three
the darkest could be nothing
a blind screen
a chair
a microphone
a camera
hey try this
the time it
actually takes
it may take you
a while
death is nothing
compared to this
the distribution
xeroxing
this isn’t something
you compose
you can’t distribute this
how many people
would argue
that people read
the reading of
the reading
logos in space
I had to scrape the
screen
the christmas
of the original
the binary
resistant
the margins
generating
our interests
the neologisms happen
in the middle
we see the torment
a side (issue)
you create a language
dormant explore huge ambient effective
focusing
the disembodied
voices reading
the arm twists
the knees angled
processing
the smell of dessert
apple pastry
naturally speaking
innovation
most people never make
a shale of heroes
never worn
shit ASCII statue is a good science
fiction
the number of folks is dwindling
I and I
crawled up to you
is there a video game
controller in the house
bring me tron
ream
appropriations weren’t just
boring
awful lot
the shading inbetween
Xrated
500pagewordpoem
give me you
our EL
blue one
let me
plug you in
acceleration, tron is in tron
machine
not loading
not loading
sorry there’s a big X
plug in lady
em er el slash dee how dot com blue
thing
it takes
a couple
seconds fuck
writing
I can’t really see
the screen
there’s something enfolding
an installation a purple thing
this
is good
two players playing
a new text book
recombining
into vogue
we have
new text
get the entry high
enough
playing reading piece of
literature
footlong physics letters
hanging
about thirty recombined
all about issues of
transparency surveillance
how we see squishing bladdery
morning
gravity processing components
softee prose nice stuff contributions
fruits of people
green man physical communication
devices netblessing
googling the eyes
click click prototyping
much nicer qualm model
I fucked this multiplayer shrapnel
you’ve made it
subversion
get new text
measley
how do you shower gurglings
onto shadowversions
that don’t exist
gaussian blurge
this is the beginning of the beginning
for me
bizarre lighting underground lockbox
bending the apples
is nearly impossible
they snapped
laborious placing
not the most fun
abstract sound offensive
large structure with every single node
you get the same effect
from walking around it
the user uses program programmatically
a little bit more every time a little bit more
give me just a little more
time
there is a kind of twitching
around the mouse
skipping frames
the soldiers try desperately
single words flip by
you can read the words

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2 Comments

  1. I should explain. This was more or less a simultaneous translation of what I heard for about an hour of the videoconference with the people in Philadelphia. There was some garbling and a bit of mishearing. Jill was making an apple dessert here to go along with a fabulous meal.

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