but aren't they all random?



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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

"secret language"

Randomly-generated poetry to put
my slaved-upon works to shame.
A design pattern, to think about
profusely decorating the inner world
instead. Futile attempts to absorb
replicate only empty Proxy, Facade. Your boss
told you to wonder about embarrassing (or worse,
a flat tire) between sips of a martini.

Oh, man. What, then, can the point possibly
be? In all of this, when machine outdoes man
at whimsy! Can the ineffable be reduced,
digested by equation, spat out as formula?
Pattern. No good shall come of this, no,
nor bad neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so.

2 comments:

Jen said...

HA! I love the last line.

dogimo said...

Thank you! I thought myself excessively clever for that one, as I do any time I manage to let it occur to me to cram in a sweet little allusion to "the Bard."

Some amusing backstory on this one, from my friend Sean:

http://seanibus.blogspot.com/2006/09/secret-language-indeed.html