I’M NOT WRITING TO GET LAID, OR EVEN TO PASS THE TIME, OR TO GET WELL KNOWN. I NEED PEOPLE, OR I’M NOT WRITING. I NEED A POET WITH A NAME, RECOGNITION, AND A POEM TO STAND ON

This work is a proclamation of method, to present and celebrate the futility of writing the non-meaning. Remove traditional semantics meaning from a text and the utility of a large text print becomes futile. The scroll consists of meaningless, grandiose, pseudoprofound texts, and the occasional word-formation and is hung explicitly with a light shining from below.

Printed text on paper,
BA(Hons) Fine Arts Winstedt
Graduation Exhibition

My Hands On My Seat