September 02, 2003

Alpha Betty's Chronicles

Here's a bit from one of my first web poems, Alpha Betty's Chronicles. No particular reason I'm posting it except that 1) nothing new in the shoot, and 2) I wanted to see how it looked in the blog.

The formatting was originally determined by a computer program. I was much under the sway of Charles Bernstein and Dante Piombino's "A Mosaic for a Convergence" at the time -- you can find the link on arras.net.

You'll see
          
that there's a seas        on, a reason
          


the blackouts shrugged and
    
persisted, diletta  ntes



a figure of hope


likely
   to be amusing        



to nobody.


That's
           when you cared



an  d cash and
    
carried the cigarette


charm



-
ing
  
lighter -           


the paradise for keepsies.



Burning
      
holes in the ceme    nt (trying to fathom
           w
hat your mother meant


by that
     code, her  



matchbook (secret


m
atchbook)
   co
ntained  



your picture, my
        
puncture, her wound -


p          
ink elephants.
        



There is toffee on the table

        
there is syrup
      
in the milk,



there is     movement
        
on the perimeter,


there is a
      
shogun warrior



a        
nd there is a ring
          
of saliva


a
nd there shall be   calm in the evenings
  



- afterwards


we pl          ayed
   injuns



and plagues.


Warning:
     p      arables.



And easy cutlet


a
nd lawn
   chair.

  


F
reedom is an afterthought,
          
after love


suggested the cons          titution. Carlyle
      



popped out of the op        en box. He screamed,
  


a
nother talent wasted o    n portable fictions.
          



S
cram,


beat it.


Posted by Brian Stefans at September 2, 2003 10:51 AM | TrackBack
Comments

Nice piece. Serious and fun and color beauty at once, if you will.

Simple. Simply, neat, Brian.

Posted by: Steve Tills at September 3, 2003 06:00 PM


GRAPE JUICES FORMULATED COCK SUCKIN COCKSTERS. DEGECERATED REFRIGERATORS.----OBLIMATED FEROCIOUS

Posted by: CAPTFLASH at December 1, 2003 08:47 PM

Each Stack Frame represents a function. The bottom frame is always the main function, and the frames above it are the other functions that main calls. At any given time, the stack can show you the path your code has taken to get to where it is. The top frame represents the function the code is currently executing, and the frame below it is the function that called the current function, and the frame below that represents the function that called the function that called the current function, and so on all the way down to main, which is the starting point of any C program.

Posted by: Guy at January 18, 2004 08:24 PM

To address this issue, we turn to the second place to put variables, which is called the Heap. If you think of the Stack as a high-rise apartment building somewhere, variables as tenets and each level building atop the one before it, then the Heap is the suburban sprawl, every citizen finding a space for herself, each lot a different size and locations that can't be readily predictable. For all the simplicity offered by the Stack, the Heap seems positively chaotic, but the reality is that each just obeys its own rules.

Posted by: Archilai at January 18, 2004 08:24 PM

The most basic duality that exists with variables is how the programmer sees them in a totally different way than the computer does. When you're typing away in Project Builder, your variables are normal words smashed together, like software titles from the 80s. You deal with them on this level, moving them around and passing them back and forth.

Posted by: William at January 18, 2004 08:24 PM

But variables get one benefit people do not

Posted by: Gentile at January 18, 2004 08:25 PM

The most basic duality that exists with variables is how the programmer sees them in a totally different way than the computer does. When you're typing away in Project Builder, your variables are normal words smashed together, like software titles from the 80s. You deal with them on this level, moving them around and passing them back and forth.

Posted by: Faustinus at January 18, 2004 08:25 PM