I agree with you Nemo on most of what you've written. Although, I feel that there is something other than blind randomness at work in the act of automatic writing, something that a machine cannot tap into, something which requires will, intelligence and consciousness, or the intersection of these.
To deny the ego is still an egocentric act, a thing in reverse, still the thing.
I am down with the surrealists, for sure, and to a lesser extent the Dadaists -- I need to study the latter further. This is different; something about the synthetic generation of poetry irks me, to me, and this may be totally romanticized, the act of writing poems is a magical act, it's more than simply throwing together random words -- it's as if by unfocusing the mind, the mind is becomes clearer, it becomes a conduit. My best poems are almost always automatic.
Tangent much?
J
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