Imagine performed music to be forbidden
--& a hundred years passes--& only those
who can read sheet music to themselves,
imagining the notes in their head, have
music.

A couple of computer poems from Horizon,
May '62:

   "MICE

The broad sleighs of glass are dashing hungrily,
She is a toilet of dissolute water, and I am those bland melodies.
So, chess was arsenic and gold was beer,
It was a snail of murmuring beer, and I am those angry nets.
He was lustier than the twine and more bold than the shop.
The milk of plates upon many sands of cream was like consummate magnates."

   "ROSES

Few fingers go like narrow laughs.
An ear won't keep few fishes,
Why is that rose in that blind house?
And all slim, gracious , blind planes are coming.
They cry badly along a rose,
To leap is stuffy, to crawl was tender."

What one must know about the Sun.

No fasting on the Day of Doubt.