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📣 THE VERSE ENGINE
Open call: Forensic Visual Poetry
Treat the algorithm as evidence.
Manual labor as testimony.
2 works | Jan 26, 2026

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‘Leaf Margins’

In the poem I found not a flower,
but a vertical idea.

a digitized meaning
#forensicPoetry

From my Everlasting Rendering Garden

Once,
gladiolus climbed—
scaled the fence,
cell by cell,
rung by rung—
ascending past the reach
of any sun,
and still
not one
could come undone.

Destiny’s Fable

#forensicPoetry

Game 6 by @jmeirose.bsky.social

A book that obliterates the conventional notion of the novel. Bending and transmogrifying language into a shape all its own.

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A poem generated by its material surface.

Collapse of the Typewriter Field
(Resolves)

Blank Interval- a poem occupies
the space between

This void isn’t darkness applied.
It’s surface interrupting itself—
a poem relinquishing its “wallness.”

I become the wall.
Not absence, but a sharpening:
the material denies me any direction
except itself.

I want that.

Material Drift (After the Record)

#quantumPoetic

Tale Cells (Halftone Corruption Study)

Where the Algorithms Leave Their Body

Check out my Experimental Poetry Criticism 🙏 🌹🍃periodicityjournal.blogspot.com

Wake Up, Beeple! Crypto-backed artworks at Art Basel Miami Beach advance the wealth mechanisms they claim to subvert and make you, the viewer, a participant in the ploy.

This is it!

Read Di Liscia’s piece.

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I never imagined poetry would become my way into AI, yet it’s the most exact medium for exposing how these systems move.
I wrote my first play with an AI voice in the 1970s, and now—nearly ten years into this forensic work—the investigation only widens.
HAL opened the door.

Laura Kerr : Wanting / Silence Wanting / Silence Wanting is the first mark. Not the line, but the tension that precedes it—the quiet pressure gathering in the hand...

newly posted at @periodicities.bsky.social : Laura Kerr @sedserio.com : Wanting / Silence
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This image creates resistance, requires energy, generates thermal signatures that will outlast me.

🆒

For current AI poetry, we should be asking:

What does this language do that other poetic methods cannot—or does it simply repackage familiar moves?

Is limitless generation the same as poetic vitality, or only the illusion of abundance?

Game Over

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To talk about paintings is not only difficult but perhaps pointless too. You can only express in words what words are capable of expressing-- what language can communicate. Painting has nothing to do with that.

Gerhard Richter

👍

The current art market has perfected its performance of itself.
Artists must not only make the work, but become its ongoing explanation:
the panelist, the sponsored traveler, the social proof.
We now circulate meanings as much as objects.

Look forward to it

I have completed
A Poem-Play for Three Agencies
— human, machinic, and linguistic —
each speaking across the fault lines of time and memory.

Coming very soon.

A monochrome, halftone image of a vintage typewriter photographed from the front. The typewriter’s metal typebars rise in a tight fan shape, like a ribbed arch. Two long ink ribbons stretch upward from the center, pulled taut toward a rectangular frame suspended above the machine. Behind the ribbons hangs a faint, grid-like sheet marked with scattered symbols or letters, resembling an incomplete code or chart. The entire scene appears aged, slightly distorted, and rendered in a pale green tint, giving the setup the feeling of an experimental apparatus or archival device. No people are present—only the machinery and its suspended, ritual-like arrangement.

Entanglement: The Error That Is Us.

an excited call
the delight of first snow
man becomes a boy

#dailyhaikuprompt first snow

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