Hollowing Poem
The Poem
The Poem
9
The most innocent & dire thought
Of life-death. Of no-thing.
Cannot be summoned in my tongue
Hence alive and I live
4
On my palette 2ndary
Derived is via shades of other tongues;
7
I know merely how not to spend a day
I know merely how not to die a day
Cannot Be Summoned in My Tongue (detail)
Cannot Be Summoned In My Tongue
14" x 17"
polyester film, duct tape, graphite, bad translation
The Most Innocent & Dire Thought (detail)
The Most Innocent & Dire Thought (detail)