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The Collective

August 24, 2011
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Everywhere the human heart
is metaphysical, untranslatable
the sum of all things you can say about it
cancel out to nothing

if god is an expanding spiral
then the spirit of the world
is indefinitely divisible

spiritus mundi eats itself
we are ghosts
we are neoplasm snacks
which say to themselves
i will see you
in time

the noise is made of signals
yearning to be heard

their other name
is made of skin

corners of the media
radiate between the waves

Everywhere the heart is
the sum of all things
you can say about it

another name is made of signals
yearning to be skin

corners radiate the waves

we are ghosts, we say.
we will see you in time.

<-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><->

This poem was generated by putting Infinite Monkey’s scripts into charNG and then re-running the result through Infinite Monkeys.  This method I felt was really successful, and has inspired me to implement a script generating algorithm based on word-ngrams for Infinite Monkeys next release.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 24, 2011 4:04 pm

    Very good, the mood it creates, the truths it suggests.

    Not a single weak stanza, as far as I can see.

  2. August 24, 2011 6:14 pm

    thanks, edde.

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