May 10, 2006
He Evades Genre Again 2
An alter ego or shadow/self, swallows fly in the textual minutiae—this is not a form issue but/rather a boundary. Where are you? Several windows open on your desktop; this is narrative presence in the narrative presence. Evasion is such a strong word for it; my motion is frame. There goes the alter now! The question becomes: how does one write flux? Take the text tissue in one hand. Even the sentences are changes, corrugated, less than cerebral. You see, Poem is nervous when under surveillance and legislated. Borders disappear into nations and paged. Full stop.