Extra-cultural reviews by synaesthetes, symbolists, and strangers.
Puddle of strings at his feet
Like static snakes
His portrait sector frozen in Giger-vision
Voice – the ghost of all announcers 1950 onward, layered together in one electric race to catch the last wave to the living.
If he published lyrics, I’d expect most of the letters to be corroded.
*We’d love to link to him, but have no idea how to find his website for this current project. If you have links, please post them in the comments section below.