Treasure Island

Nyein Way

(19.1.1962 / Yangon)

words on conceptual poetry


ideas are machines which drive you into the world of uncreative manifesto which is new creative creation rising out of life full of pain you cannot express os you cannot be depressed or yopu cannot be impressed you become a machine trained by society and community around you but the only thing you can do is cultivate you ideas to be a n uncreative poet to lead a proactive humanistic person
let's write conceptual poems.
let' create uncreative writing practised by social construction.
let's make poems out of our intuitive potential.

Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011
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