Draft

20th-century poetry was for sure automated

Draft of 2006.06.22 ☛ 2015.03.17

Reminded of what I saw the other day in my email inbox, when I read this note on spam techniques.

Here’s the poem the magic poet computers have sent me:

Your future, night-prowling.
Your future, pale-complexioned.
Your future, paper hornet.
Your future, paper-waxing.

What’s your poem?