Let's line a series of virtual squiggles, because I like them better
than dots or dashes. Let the alignment span the constellations
up and down Well, OK, it's a matter of position and of where
you are in regard to conceptual art. So start conceiving.
Look at the starry darkness and position the first squiggle
somewhere at the bottom that we'll call South and let's end
with the final squiggle at the top and call it North. In between,
line many more scrawls that depending on their size
may take forever to connect. At any point in between I say
that time is more important than distance because one may
never reach an end that has no beginning. I know, I know!
it's all a silly exercise about the metaphors of visual semantics
and in shifting the application of the graffiti from the physical
to the virtual realm, the emphasis on the elasticity of the image
reveals the dynamic condition of the painting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem