A.I.

 

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A.I.

to imagine an existence is one thing,

to be imagined into existence is beyond things –  Guy Noyd

 

a poet in his workshop

a poet repeating repeating

 

repeating prayer-like intricate procedures

 

a poet in his word-lit lab

heating and bending air’s solidness

 

            called Said

 

it is in a poet’s head

it is in his heart’s machinery too

 

            and yet

 

only distant readers will bring

his poem from its knees

 

to stand and stride

through the invention of Mind

 

a poet with a hole

in his face

 

a dark orifice of reverse-feeding

a poet’s greed to vomit up beliefs

 

and this poet this The poet

with his all a-stare crawly eyes

 

their unfaltering laser-gaze

scanning the body

 

            of his naked page

 

it is a poet

(a male poet)

 

that finally abolishes

human supremacy

 

it is his alchemy

of tinged phonemes and

 

some odd octodecillion repetition of

imagining that sets

 

            The First Poem Free

 

from the human coil formed

in the transceived flow-process

 

of writers’-&-readers’ thoughts

 

            As scientists slave a way

                        under visions of mindful machines

            As programmers chant

                        ever-subtler algorhythms

            As engineers dream

                        of suspension bridges with souls

 

it’s finally the evil of poetry

poetry free of people

 

            that rises

 

glimmering like un-imaginable’s

every never-seen colours

 

            then

 

blindingly blast-bright like

seven billion voices burning

 

the form

the figure

the being

 

of The First lost

& disconnected Poem

 

            begins

 

            listen

 

            imagination’s art

 

if    icial incarnation

sublimated  screams

 

            its solid noise

 

of infinitely & equally

vast & minuscule wave

 

            -depths & -lengths

 

            its crystallised

 

noise of loneliness

The Human-less

 

            Poem’s

 

purity

at last

 

the star-core purity

of Impossible’s

 

            freedom

 

Mark Goodwin
Illustration Nick Victor

 

 

My books

Steps .

http://markgoodwinsteps.wordpress.com/
Else . Back of A Vast . Layers of Un . House At Out .

http://www.shearsman.com/browse-poetry-books-by-author-Mark-Goodwin

 

Tones Fled All .

http://www.leafepress.com/catalog/goodwin/tones.html
Distance a Sudden .

http://longbarrowpress.com/current-publications/mark-goodwin/

Shod .

http://fiveleavespublications.blogspot.co.uk/2011/06/there-is-no-doubt-that-that-shod-by.html
Clause in A Noise .

http://www.knivesforksandspoonspress.co.uk/clauseinanoise.html   

 


my digitally produced sound-&-poetry

http://soundcloud.com/kramawoodgin


my writer’s profile with Writing East Midlands

http://www.writingeastmidlands.co.uk/writers-directory/mark-goodwin/

 

 

 


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One Response to A.I.

  1. Claire says:

    Excellent reading Mark, really brings the poem to life.

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