- - -For Nico Vassilakis and his Vispo Art
Take a pinch of calligraphic strokes in white
rotate to make corollas with no center
overlay arcs of translucent tape in mauve
like the white strokes but splayed out at a different scale
run latin letter strings along the stroke lines
some letters over-typed and chimerical
way down below are black tapes punctuated by red spots
within the red are little black letter clusters
graphic fantasies in microcosmic bubbles
half cancelled by white dots of conceptualism
a yellow scrim of calligraphic strokes holds the center
countered by a rotation of latin letters in pale blue down below
it is still mostly done by extended hand
could AI perhaps be creeping in, making those clusters in confined places? ...
the AI is still a servant; don't ask what commands were used
that's between the artist and his Caliban
as this series unfolds, we wouldn't want to ruin any mysteries...
the big layout is definitely still done by the extended hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem