New poem. Also, new project art--I've created a board game! Actually, the image is going on the front of my portfolio. The game board is actually the size of four peieces of computer paper taped together-it's just super small here. I'm applying to work for a non-profite human rights organization. Anyway, Czech it out.
Electronic winds whisper
into our ears, and we wink
how in tune are we?
We finger number sculptures
and touch our tools constantly.
We build bits of data,
which when stacked turns
into a pleasing picture, and we grin, thinking
how brilliant! Does this image
not imitate nor ironize
perfectly what it is?
Our desires for Oreos have mathematical bases,
as do our desires to uncover these bases. Therefore,
the enjoyment of life is a passive act.