A marginal note on a poetics of e-poesie: there seems to be a
distinctive kind of typo / techno dyslexia which introduces the
occasional grammatical non-sequitur into what seems lucid enough as
it goes. And yet once sent, so quickly returned to sender, there is
no way of correcting the error. If you write to the grain of
syntactic potential then deliberate involutions may be inseparable
from techno wobbles. Perhaps an inventory of such slips might
provide the beginnings of a psychopathology of mail-base life:
parapraxes qua gremlinology. And a marginal note on the poetics of
chit-chat: isn't there something a little uncanny about 'backchat
channels' as the world disclosing language of one-to-one rather than
one-to-anyone?
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