I have found on my desktop a screenshot of an email I was attempting to send to a few friends. It was an introduction to some of my poems… but due to a (poetic) twist of my fingers on the keyboard, the poems (in fact, the sentences introducing the poems) became the actual ‘destinatarios’, that is: the impromptu ‘recipients’, of my message.

So I have decided this screenshot is, in itself, an wonderful example of visual poetry as well as of automated poetry.

(If Joan Brossa had been born in 2019 instead of 1919, by the 2030s, he may be producing poems like these…)