Monday, December 03, 2007
Sigh....
Every time I deploy a new Etc3, I blow off the poems it's done since the last release. I'm sure someone can theorize about this--you know, something about temporality vs. the temporary within the context of the unread. Or how doing so makes of transience a poetic trait, that what's not there is the essence of what is. Or that such fleeting text is representative of the short shelf life of all things computational, demeaning itself within itself because of itself, the self that can only be not other and can never be as such anything else, the ultimate self-defacing unknowable. Whatever. (Like I care--the real reason is that new releases are deployed because they work better so why hold on to the less better texts--let's flood the world with more better stuff, better that the previous better.)
Anyway. After every new release, someone, sooner or later, thinks it must be cute or clever (or whatever) to seed the MACHINE with obscenities. (Maybe they just want to see if they can make Erica blush.) The most recent, "Like a dear," was initiated from a referral from The Poetry Foundation.
And here we thought folks who visited that site were somehow beyond that sort of thing. Not that the word fuck hasn't its aesthetic uses, but come on....... Every fucking time?
# posted by Jim @ 3:01 PM 
