Oct
29
3 lines = haiku
On Scott Helmes birthday, which was yesterday, I received this print from him, which reminds me that I never send him gifts, though he sends them to me.
It is a small gift, but dear. Scott has spent years perfecting his technique, and he is one of the great artists in the world of visual poetry. This work is a word of textual abstraction.
Into it, Scott has assembled a number of fragments of letters, which he has put together into shapes that resemble words, but unreadable ones. It is the beauty of these shapes, how they fit together as if they were always one, and how they mimic writing without ever seeming to be writing that makes this a great poem.
These shapes are pressed deeply, and in a pure black, into the cream sheet of heavy cardstock. This poem is a physical even.
It is a small gift, but dear. Scott has spent years perfecting his technique, and he is one of the great artists in the world of visual poetry. This work is a word of textual abstraction.
Into it, Scott has assembled a number of fragments of letters, which he has put together into shapes that resemble words, but unreadable ones. It is the beauty of these shapes, how they fit together as if they were always one, and how they mimic writing without ever seeming to be writing that makes this a great poem.
These shapes are pressed deeply, and in a pure black, into the cream sheet of heavy cardstock. This poem is a physical even.
