Winding up the computer poetry theme, here's a poem suggested by Salima Virani
(Poem #1421) the trash can
this is great, I just wrote two poems I didn't like. there is a trash can on this computer. I just moved the poems over and dropped them into the trash can. they're gone forever, no paper, no sound, no fury, no placenta and then just a clean screen awaits you. it's always better to reject yourself before the editors do. especially on a rainy night like this with bad music on the radio. and now-- I know what you're thinking: maybe he should have trashed this misbegotten one also. ha, ha, ha, ha.
(From Betting on the Muse - Poems and Stories Black Sparrow Press, 1996.) I know we've just had a poem by Bukowski, but I was specifically on the lookout for something on the role of computers in the creative process, and when Salima sent me today's wonderful little piece, I knew I had to run it. The light, perfectly balanced verse captures very well, the fluidity, almost I could say the liberation, that the computer affords the wordsmith - nothing is permanent unless you want it to be, erasing a word, a line, an entire poem is no harder than a click of a button. Words on paper have a definite inertia to them - the crossed out lines track their way indelibly across the sheet, a visible and increasingly messy record of a work's revision history. Contrast the aesthetic freedom of no paper, no sound, no fury, no placenta and then just a clean screen awaits you. And the poem itself definitely reflects that freedom, the lines pouring forth with careless abandon until they reach a hilariously antipoetic conclusion that made me laugh out loud. A fitting ending to the theme, I think. Ha, ha, ha. Ha. martin  or sometimes, tragically, even if you do - see Poem #1420 :)