Transhuman Poetry

in these parageometric s[kins] which are all and

n[e]i[ther] body-

mod, ap[per]al, hyperspective [m]ult[is]pec[t]ral movie, trans-

ontic simverse

and non-self-m[ode]ling l{i}fe-[for]m, once-state friends and l[over]s now

flaunting (fo[re)ign]

and queer[star]k these hybrid murges of con.crete noetics and

commpack’d abs[tract]

me.metics which you vehe(ment)ly op.pose – that is, if you

s[till] [eve]n have

the neurochitectronics to persieve, mödel, mentour and

understand their

overlying [imp]lications. Your lithe[ographic] lovers

will not wilt, as

they would in my statespace. Neither will “they” per-se stay to wait;

both and neither:

they may part a st[rip]ped-d[own] instance to wait instantiated

for an instant

to [prov]id[e] your mem[e]or.y some (d[ig)nite]y, but mother-

self sh)all( sp[lit] to

grow personal lives. You w[ill] ret[urn] to fin.d them rhetor.n,

reas[semble]d

memetic and [recon]figured conceptual, and you too

will fail fatal

to fath(om) the neoforms they hath rebecome so quickly

and re[comb]ined

so ickly; you’ll find them unin[fera]b[l]y [dive]rgent,

dif[fider]ent

so starkly that you chance mi[sin]terpreting them as

but a piece of

the sur.rounding exoscape. Ask: will they still be [g(en]d)er

static? Will this meme

cal[led] gender, Tarō, exist as anything m[or]e than

qua(int[ent)wined]

hi[store]ical footnote? Will they re.member you then

or will their cr[amped]

mem[or.i]es have endured an evol[u/i]tionary

offey filltur’d

taper, now s[elect]ed ac[cord]ing to their fitness

l[eve]ls in base

relevance to [comm]odious [opt]imization

heuristics which

hath found the sparse emu[lat]tion-[trib]ut[e]s of you,

platformed up.on

mere r[emem]brance, to be wanting, weak and unfit

for inclusion

with.in the [prec]cio[us] b[it]-s[pace] in[fost]o[re] of your

former-[ref]ormed

compu[com.uni]com[rad]es. Children b[loom] too soon

and di-v[erg]e, peers

mul[tip]ly and murge, paradigms Rip-Van(e/t)e) and erge,

tr[ans.format]ions

surge and purge, and bold [re]na[is.san]c[e]s [pend]ulum;

your Wink(-)led Twinkle

will wrinkle now, con.versing trivia with

your macros.low.

Franco Cortese, H Poetry: One Chilld Closser too God (April 05, 2013)

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