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Electronic Ink. By cas




Electronic Ink

 

I wrote a virtual sonnet for you
almost every day for a year.


01001
01110

one began, hopefully.

Three hundred failures later
I will try haiku tomorrow.
I will HTML you,
paste fairy wallpaper in gigashades of colour,
rework pixels,
smooth the stairstepped images,
add transparency
before rendering:

Oh, I’ll escape,
return,
control,
restore,
delete,

until I can send you ancient messages
in an uncompressed,
worldwide,
broadband, and
non-encrypted
stream

of ones and nothings
instantly.

cas(1998)

 

 


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