31 days, 31 poems by Chris Martin, 31 accompanying illustrations and images by a host of wonderful individuals. CHAT is an eclogue written in consort with Cleverbot, an Artificial Intelligence program designed to satisfy the Turing Test. Today’s visuals by Emily Hunt. ______________________________________________________________________________
12
How will the pets know when to stop trusting us?
They will have cameras.
Like superstition: the writing’s on the wall.
Penguins can write.
Then let’s call it an eclogue.
Ok.
White will be the symptom.
Black white black.
Does light hurt as much on your planet?
No. I wasn’t aware that I had a club.
Social nexus? Blunt force?
But society is ignorant. Why are they ignorant?
Because they are unnatural.
They are terrible because they are magical?
And sometimes doubt even the circulation of their own blood.
I don’t think you count.
But I am the symptom.
So, Batman. What is a hart?
A natural misspelling.
I don’t really care about that.
Can the end materialize without its having been apprehended?
Through intraspection and consturnation.
Naturally.
Yes. Indubidably.
Emily Hunt is a poet and artist living in Western Massachusetts. Poems of hers appear or are forthcoming in The Iowa Review, Sea Ranch, Conduit, The Volta, and elsewhere. Find her at ehunt.tumblr.com.
Chris Martin is the author of Becoming Weather (Coffee House, 2011) and American Music (Copper Canyon, 2007). His chapbooks include enough (Ugly Duckling, 2012) and How to Write a Mistake-ist Poem (Brave Men, 2011).