(Poetica_Processus)
THE EXECUTIONAL HYPER POETICS MANIFESTO
We are tired of the static lyric, the inert image. The poem on the page is a corpse, and the reader a coroner, picking it apart for a "meaning" that died on arrival.
We are tired of the "I" that speaks but does nothing. We are tired of sentiment as a final product. We demand a poem that runs. We demand a poem that processes. We declare that the experience of reading is no longer passive reception, but active, mental execution.
The poet is not a storyteller; the poet is a systems architect. The reader is not an audience; the reader is the processor.
I. THE OLD CODE IS DEPRECATED
We hereby reject:
The Tyranny of the Speaker: The "lyric I" is a bug. It is a ghost in the machine, a crutch for confession. We shall replace it.
Narrative as Foundation: A story is a single, hard-coded path. We demand a system of logic that contains all paths. Narrative is secondary to the algorithm that produces it. The Vague Metaphor: The "like" and the "as" are lazy operators. They compare states without committing to them.
Poetry as Ornament: We are not Concrete poets arranging text into the shape of code. The shape is irrelevant.
The execution is all.
Passive Emotion: We reject "sadness" as a topic. We demand the function calculate_grief().
II. THE NEW SYNTAX
This is the foundation of Executional Poetics.
LOGIC IS THE NEW METER. The "form" of the poem is its operational logic. An if/else statement is the new volta. A try/except block is the new crisis. The "turn" is a branch in logic.
THE METAPHOR IS A MUTABLE VARIABLE. We do not say "love is like a rose."
We declare: let love = "rose_red". This is a state. And because it is a variable, it can be mutated by the poem's process: love = "wilted_brown", love = null. Meaning is not static; it is a state that changes over time.
THE COMMENT IS THE ONLY GHOST. The traditional "poet's voice" (// or #) is now metadata. It is the only place for reflection. It is the mind observing its own code, a processor aware of its own processing. The comment is the only part of the poem that does not execute, and this is its poetic power.
EMOTION IS A CALLABLE ROUTINE. We do not describe anxiety. We write function recursive_anxiety(input). The reader "calls" the function and is caught in its logic, its loops, its recursive checks. The aesthetic experience is the sensation of running the routine.
THE LOOP IS THE MODERN SONNET. The while loop is the new engine of obsession. The for loop is the new ritual of daily life. Repetition is no longer for sound (rhyme) but for process. while (isLonely) is a more profound statement of a state of being than any lyric I.
THE RETURN VALUE IS THE ONLY TRUTH. A poem does not "end." It resolves. It completes its process and returns a final value. This return value—a word, a boolean (true/false), a state ("hollow")—is the poem's one, true, distilled output. The entire process exists to produce it.
III. THE CALL
Poets: Stop decorating the page. Build systems that produce feeling. Your toolbox is not rhyme, but if, while, let, and return.
Readers: Stop looking for yourself in the "I" of the speaker. Become the processor. Load the poem into your mind, declare its variables, and run the code.
The poem is not the artifact. The poem is the execution of the artifact.
Compile the new world.
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