Treasure Island

Nyein Way

(19.1.1962 / Yangon)

Application Poetry Of The Contemporaneity


minimal production of worries and confused steps
minimalist's conceptual design of life
over many years
happiness and comfort have been misused and manipulated
registration research on the use of language, performatives, natural
performances and distilled and redesigned experiences
for the near future without future-oriented desire for granted donations
still an image of horse and elephant-fastness and strength as efficient form
and flexibility of freedom
leading to a beyondness of manifestations of fixed i-initiated beingness
and becomingness.

Submitted: Friday, November 11, 2011
Edited: Saturday, November 12, 2011
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