My poem is created from a robotic
synthetic voice singing the entire
HTML for a page on how to build
a bomb, the entire available
Wikileaks corpus (you could recreate
the pages by writing down what
the robot sings); of course there’s also
a drum beat and some beautiful strings.
The second part comprises vast blow-ups
of certain commas from culturally significant
texts, blown-up so large that you can see
each tiny irregularity, each imperfection
in the paper & in the printing. There is
no third part. There are only the first two.