Pathoscript Archive

Designed and illustrated by ILPrimarii

I see both languages, coding and poetry, not quite as opposites but as foils. Both mediums are an attempt to communicate, the designer restricted yet completely enabled by the rules of the language to create a functioning connection. It's what the designer is communicating with, machine or human, that separates the rules and process of each medium so drastically.

She dealt her pretty words like Blades—

How glittering they shone—

And every One unbarred a Nerve

Or wantoned with a Bone—

She never deemed—she hurt—

That—is not Steel's Affair—

A vulgar grimace in the Flesh—

How ill the Creatures bear—

To Ache is human—not polite—

The Film upon the eye

Mortality's old Custom—

Just locking up—to Die.

She Dealt Her Pretty Words like Blades

Emily Dickinson

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Poems from various Authors, big and small

Project by IL PRIMARII

May, 9th, 2025