Response poem 4: Yatish

(In response to Agha Shahid Ali's In search of evanscence);
(CODE POETRY: A form in which poetry is written in the way a computer code is written.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Code_poetry
                              https://www.sourcecodepoetry.com/)


ZENO'S PARADOX
import library(memories of you);

void evanescence(float a){

 float a = (memories of you);

 if ((a/2)==0){
   print (Finally, I have forgotten you);
 }

 else evanescence (a/2);


}

StackOverFlowerror: The library contains infinite elements



Comments

  1. Pallavi VermaMay 7, 2019 at 9:42 AM

    I appreciate the experiment you have done with the form. The whole code unpacks in a suprising way with the output as error of infinite memories. So it runs as a loop and one will never be able to exit from his/her memories. The choice of kind of variable (float) and function name(void) are also in relation to the memories. May be you can think of replacing variable 'a' too with something interesting.

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