Poems and poetry as experiential art experiments, created by a dedicated core, sparking consciousness river, word slurry. A harvest of poems and creative thought from a creative collective cadre.
I like reading what I can read and giving up on what I can't. There's a sense of spying or being included in a secret. "Wears sunglasses as usual." The strange phrase "Not crow." And the great question "Is desire a trump card." I can imagine the process of observing, jotting, sticking... This feels like performance art, how engaging it is and how I sense the element of time in it, despite that fact that written arts take themselves (often, muchly) out of time flow.
literally "strides in direction of coffee not (towards) crow. Thus "Is desire a trump card?...perhaps desire trumps curiosity.