Category Archives: AI on my poetry

FROM THE SOUTH

FROM THE SOUTH

South gives you an
wrong-way-up perspective

right way up
as we
see it
    though

blood rushing
    to your head, helps
you think better

in the Tarot
      nobody clearer
in thought

more clued up
on the road to redemption, than
eye to the sky hanged
upside
      down man

and so
    I spoke to this soul
looking for liberation
and he
      told me what to
tell you

which I
do relay here:

          you are not
              free from
and will
never
be
    free from discrimination
(by the
sharpest of logical
definitions)

if you
do not
    free yourself from
the Liberty
to discriminate against.

PROFESSOR SUGAR CUBE

PROFESSOR SUGAR CUBE

wanted to
      dissolve all boundaries
between
    self and cosmos, writer
and word

sucked that juice out
instantly
       on the road to
strangest territory

such a dark, dark terminal
sweetness

    and multiple many-track
dimensions trapped within the
confines
        of that cube
         

.

MR DARWIN

MR DARWIN

the observation
became conjecture,
became hypothesis, became
theory, became
scientific truth
    (most
assured of
        truths)

but it was
    when it became
metaphor that the world burned
                      burned
in the interests
of survival of the fittest

when extended into our
                realm of analogy

      a monstrous fitness
giving itself license to brutally contrive
        rewrite the world

                  slaughter half
the species

        in name of room to maneuver
space to
be

fresh habitat to colonize
      build that new fantastic civilization

some of us always dreamt of
          the rest, our worst
        nightmare fear

                    this on the supreme strength
of the
        shape of a scale
                          length of a
feather

MACHINE

MACHINE

“The autonomous logico-fantastic machine is something I like insofar as (and if) it serves some real need: the need to enlarge the sphere of what we can imagine, and to introduce into our limited range of choices “absolute rejection” by means of a world thought out in all its details according to other values and other relationships.” Italo Calvino

you must have
read this poem yesterday

or maybe you are
planning
to read it
tomorrow

stop me before
I ramble on erroneously:
you may well
have read the poem
today
    already

perhaps
    you are ahead of me

just how it is
       how this machine works:
nature of the game

it could be  stone-cold fact

that you
are always ahead of me

maybe you read it
when I was undressed

might have told me
I would have dressed
smartly for you

or gone all Lagerfeld
dressed
       to kill

but what use seduction
when I may
well
    be dead already?

what use
          putting pedal to the metal
linguistically speaking
upping the ante
so that
        my words
                 might touch you well?

you read this poem tomorrow

you read this poem
                     how things at
that moment dictated
                       everything

and
    short of signalling every cue
or clue

     nothing I could do

THINK I MUST HAVE READ SOMETHING LIKE IT BY H G WELLS

THINK I MUST HAVE READ SOMETHING LIKE IT BY H G WELLS

I feel it now
something
    burrowing
into
my brain

know the strategy;
see the tactical plan

how they plot
to nuke that landscape,
shred
    my opinions

reduce me to a compliant
all-accepting wreck

crucial my contribution
to this war
      of the worlds
upcoming election.

FOR THE GODS

FOR THE GODS

“which to Angels look like torment and insanity”
             ― William Blake

Made in the divine image
(thus
   fabricated)

but how come
we get
so demonic

             allow ourselves this
most poisonous pleasure

succumb to the devil
in us

from
time to time
            to most
apocalyptic
of times

all the time
(that
     divine image getting
pretty mutated)

and then (stop me
and contest this) when

we think the divine
we get
   so divisive

cannot tolerate difference
become uniquely genocidal

and so
       here the question begging
to be asked (so
superb in
question-
      begging)

which of all these
blood-soaked, blood-
spattered
                        images

is the one with true sanction
the one

             from above?

All
      from

                below
equally above.

MORPHOLOGY OF MARTIAN

MORPHOLOGY OF MARTIAN

let us
   invent

an ancient language, lost
for millennia

call it “Martian”
let us
    construct a grammar
divine a morphology

a language that will
refuse to lend itself to
the trite
    and the trivial
bend its form and structure
in the service of evil

like all the languages do
on the planet right now

giving propagandists their
dark joy
  in the fabrication of oppositions
construction
  of hierarchies

building of pyramids and towers
to mask
     diabolical schemes

no let our language
dispense with all gatekeepers

show itself truly generative,
supremely transformational

in its very acts of creation
turning to the galaxy
to glean
     from every language,
every spoken
written tongue

     downtrodden
         and suppressed