Trying to figure out how the poem-sausage gets made.
Thoughts on the uselessness of my beloved art... (kinda, lol)
Just a poem and some general lamenting. Blah, blah. See you soon.
On order, chaos, and plain language.
A toast to endless time and boundless fascination.
Or: how I learned to stop worrying and love the emotional time bomb.
Uses of the conditional.
On the Black imagination.
Expanding upon my prior thoughts on bewilderment.
More on text art and visual poetry.
On conceptual art, concrete poetry, and some things in between.
On frisson.