This is my last Amsterdam blog, so I hope you'll forgive me if I wax slightly philosophical about the nature of the internet and poetry. I'm extremely interested in what the internet gives us and what it takes away, in regards to art, writing, etc. On the one hand, it makes it that we never have to remember anything anymore. Facts no longer imprint themselves on their brain the way they once did...I feel like I've hardly learned anything in a permanent way since 1999. This is probably very bad for the imagination.
However, Computer World can give back in unexpected ways. The internet generates its own poetry, and is open to many poetical experiments. For example, I had a phase where I would type random words together into Google--bicycle, unicorn, penis--like some kind of oracle and then contruct poems out of the mangled, ephemeral phrases that came back to me. A couple of examples:
Allow me to explain;
I don’t mind being used for sex
In Thailand with five eleven year old girls
And I understand that if my
Son is to be rich and successful, he
Must become Jewish
But Kiefer Sutherland is one goddamned fucked up
Piece of dick-sucking shit
Because he doesn’t represent me or my
Writing style anymore.
It is good that you enlighten people about Harry Potter for
That doll was meant to serve the
Sexual needs of the German Fighting Man.
That’s why I wouldn’t let that kid
Invade a vampire’s anus or an
Ultra black Christian single personalized
Try the Gay Man’s Ass Burgers—oh no--
It wasn’t a question. It’s no longer just a choice
Whether to have a light beer or a beer in the butt chicken
But the good news is you have your mother’s eyes.