Code Is Poetry

6. August 2008 by John Arnold.

What a load of crap.  Whoever came up with that needs to go spend a few bucks on some cheap thrills and find something that really moves them.  I’ve seen a lot of things in code - elegance, the de facto hallmark of quality engineering;  brilliance at times, but more often than not,  evidence of inbreeding and mild retardation, but NEVER poetry. 

There’s nothing poetic about code, excepting the instances where the clueless somehow manage to become managers of more of the clueless.  That, in a sense, would be poetic justice, but considering that they’re clueless to begin with, it’s pretty much business as usual.  If you’re trying to write poetry with code, you’ve probably been visiting too many porn sites and you’ve lost your connection with the Real and need to either go to work polishing balls at a bowling alley or hang out at city parks until they catch on to you and make you register with your local Barney Fife.  If you’re SEEING poetry in your code, there’s no help for you.  What are you writing?  “Red Rover, Red Rover, let de-referenced pointer come over…?”

You’re sick.  You need help.  Got Therapy?

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