too bad this wasn't written in 1908 and published in Paris in a literary magazine. it's pretty innovate work, back when, but now it happens so often i just have to see what the artist has built his word sculpture with. the earnest angst shows, it works to cement the text: 'can't get out'. it's a simple and good poem and maybe it would be interesting to see 15 of these little things in a row -- that's what we kind of expect to see from another artist, that there's a move outward into world-space which is convinced in itself and self-energizing and inventive. — joey
i like how it looks but i dont feel anything.
joey if you want to discuss +639173004536. — gnormal