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the day i became an accidental algorithm or was it accidentally becoming waking  up realizing that somewhere along the way having become an algorithm                           an unconscious accident product  of the            divisive anaesthetic properties of my  device #notsureaboutthewordsyet# #yetsurenotaboutthewords#

to heighten the emotional intensity and expressionist violence of her poetry. the references to atrocities so disturbing in their incorporation into a poetic performance that also deploys the language of advertising, mass-spectacle and pornographic self-display - 'the big strip-tease that the peanut-crunching crowd shoves in to see' the poem figures the crowd's fascinating eyeing of her body parts and fingering of her blood as a debase, commercialised martyrdom. the reader in turn/or further irony, becomes uncomfortably aware that he/she is one of the 'crowd' lured into marvelling at the terrible wounds and scars that the work tauntingly chooses to parade and that while the narrator apparently derides and parodies the 'theatrical' exploitation of suffering 'L.L.' makes use of the very techniques that it mocks and elicits precisely the curiosity that it condemns - in order to deliver it's charged narrative of victimization and revenge. an ...