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| RTomens, 2019 |
As always, the urge to reconfigure text is strong, though I must have some breaks from the word collage Vispo/concrete world and do so as the mood takes me. I'm waffling. A bit. If not waffling...meandering...struggling to construct proper sentences, perhaps as a result of so much sentence-mangling in search of visual 'poetry'. It's the only kind I can bring myself to read nowadays.
Once upon a time I wrote poetry...or rather, I ranted poetry, as was the popular mode in the early 80s. In an (unconscious) bid to cross Kerouac with Attila The Stockbroker, I probably fell a long way between stools. Serves me right.
Yet still, today, I find myself fusing influences. I rarely adhere to a genre's strict boundaries, assuming we can claim they exist. There are many forms of Vispo, of course. Fusion of all kinds intrigues me - film, literature, music. In the case of the latter, Miles Davis' 'electronic' phase is an endless source of wonder and intrigue. William Burroughs' literal 'fusion' in the form of cut ups and his genre-tasting as in Clem Snide, 'private asshole' (and other pulp genres).
Exploiting The Upgrade Urge fuses paper collage with print.
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