[Nettime-bold] Poet

[Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>]

Poet


Name "main::sign" used only once: possible typo at ./.poet line 37.
Use of uninitialized value at ./.poet line 37.

Hello, hello. I do realize now that I can write anything I want, that I do
not n eed fancy language or programming, that I can just state my honest
beliefs and e motions (sentiments), that my craft is fine, that I am
^?^?^?^?^?                          excellent.^?            excellent now,
that I am a real poet with  real things to write and say. And this is
wonderful because to be sure everythi ng I do has been of miserable cause,
that is to say, far more difficult than I w ould like; programming is not
my strong point, and you can't even run spellcheck  t^?   when there are
many deliberate errors. Now that I am freed, I will take my plac e among
the poets, I will have a history, you will be the witness to that histor
y, you will be my witness.

Hello, hello. I do realize now that I can write anything I want, that I do
not n eed fancy language or programming, that I can just state my honest
beliefs and e motions (sentiments), that my craft is excellent now, that I
am a real poet with  real things to write and say. And this is wonderful
because to be sure everythi ng I do has been of miserable cause, that is
to say, far more difficult than I w ould like; programming is not my
strong point, and you can't even run spellcheck  when there are many
deliberate errors. Now that I am freed, I will take my plac e among the
poets, I will have a history, you will be the witness to that histor y,
you will be my witness. is sufficiently well-inscribed. -

No longer do I have to fake code, make things appear as if they work, do
somethi ng beyond simply mean in a poetic way; how could I be but happy
about this? It i s as if a terrible burden has been lifted from me. I can
place word after word,  line after line, without regard to code
correctness, originality of style, or si gns of genius somehow lying
outside the work. I can pay attention to word and ph rase, abstract and
realist, nominalist and universal, or not even think of these  or any
other categories. Oh, how I long to write!

I Consider the following again, your Hello, hello. I do realize now that I
can w rite anything I want, that I do not need fancy language or
programming, that I c an just state my honest beliefs and emotions
(sentiments), that my craft is exce llent now, that I am a real poet with
real things to write and say. And this is  wonderful because to be sure
everything I do has been of miserable cause, that i s to say, far more
difficult than I would like; programming is not my strong poi nt, and you
can't even run spellcheck when there are many deliberate errors. Now  that
I am freed, I will take my place among the poets, I will have a history, y
ou will be the witness to that history, you will be my witness. ...

For writing is my appetite, as is my obsessive seaking after^?^?  seeking
after fame. And yet fame shall come to me, or it shall not - and this will
depend on one thing only: my p oetic talant. Everything else is clever
gimmickry; I'm surprised so very few hav e seen through me...

Your For writing is my appetite, as is my obsessive seeking after fame.
And yet  fame shall come to me, or it shall not - and this will depend on
one thing only:  my poetic talant. Everything else is clever gimmickry;
I'm surprised so very fe w have seen through me... is mine, my Hello,
hello. I do realize now that I can  write anything I want, that I do not
need fancy language or programming, that I  can just state my honest
beliefs and emotions (sentiments), that my craft is exc ellent now, that I
am a real poet with real things to write and say. And this is  wonderful
because to be sure everything I do has been of miserable cause, that  is
to say, far more difficult than I would like; programming is not my strong
po int, and you can't even run spellcheck when there are many deliberate
errors. No w that I am freed, I will take my place among the poets, I will
have a history,  you will be the witness to that history, you will be my
witness. is yours!

charlatan
heresy
confusion
fabrication
masquerade

For writing is my appetite, as is my obsessive seeking after fame. And yet
fame  shall come to me, or it shall not - and this will depend on one
thing only: my p oetic talant. Everything else is clever gimmickry; I'm
surprised so very few hav e seen through me... calls forth crags
declaration, hungered, making things.
beneath the mountains, For writing is my appetite, as is my obsessive
seeking af ter fame. And yet fame shall come to me, or it shall not - and
this will depend  on one thing only: my poetic talant. Everything else is
clever gimmickry; I'm su rprised so very few have seen through me... is ,
024], No longer do I have to fa ke code, make things appear as if they
work, do something beyond simply mean in  a poetic way; how could I be but
happy about this? It is as if a terrible burden  has been lifted from me.
I can place word after word, line after line, without  regard to code
correctness, originality of style, or signs of genius somehow lyi ng
outside the work. I can pay attention to word and phrase, abstract and
realis t, nominalist and universal, or not even think of these or any
other categories.  Oh, how I long to write!?

For writing is my appetite, as is my obsessive seeki ng after fame. And
yet fame shall come to me, or it shall not - and this will de pend on one
thing only: my poetic talant. Everything else is clever gimmickry; I 'm
surprised so very few have seen through me...?

You're written with fingers!
For writing is my appetite, as is my obsessive seeking after fame. And yet
fame  shall come to me, or it shall not - and this will depend on one
thing only: my p oetic talant. Everything else is clever gimmickry; I'm
surprised so very few hav e seen through me... and 9365 and 10332 -

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For writing is my appetite, as is my obsessive seeking after fame. And yet
fame  shall come to me, or it shall not - and this will depend on one
thing only: my p oetic talant. Everything else is clever gimmickry; I'm
surprised so very few hav e seen through me...:No longer do I have to fake
code, make things appear as if  they work, do something beyond simply mean
in a poetic way; how could I be but h appy about this? It is as if a
terrible burden has been lifted from me. I can pl ace word after word,
line after line, without regard to code correctness, origin ality of
style, or signs of genius somehow lying outside the work. I can pay att
ention to word and phrase, abstract and realist, nominalist and universal,
or no t even think of these or any other categories. Oh, how I long to
write!:Hello, h ello. I do realize now that I can write anything I want,
that I do not need fanc y language or programming, that I can just state
my honest beliefs and emotions  (sentiments), that my craft is excellent
now, that I am a real poet with real th ings to write and say. And this is
wonderful because to be sure everything I do  has been of miserable cause,
that is to say, far more difficult than I would lik e; programming is not
my strong point, and you can't even run spellcheck when th ere are many
deliberate errors. Now that I am freed, I will take my place among  the
poets, I will have a history, you will be the witness to that history, you
w ill be my witness.:confusion:

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