Thursday, August 1, 2013

1 comment:

Ambon Pereira said...

in the future, algorithmic magpies will snatch-up our confused or excited sensations during the course of the day, and then co-opt our dreaming mind to assemble poems which will be waiting for us in the morning, a tightly folded manuscript contained in artificial egg-shell, speckled blue. you may specify that the poem be exactly 8 1/2 minutes long, being read to you by the voice in your mind as you brush your teeth.