One way of arguing for the necessity of print: “Rather than stand on a street corner yelling, ‘Literature is not commodity!’ I decided to inflict a series of physical experiments on my published work, to take several copies of the new book, go at them with my hands, and see what might result. I stripped the book of its cover, bought a pouch of tobacco, tore the pages, rolled the words.”
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One way of arguing for the necessity of print: “Rather than stand on a street corner yelling, ‘Literature is not commodity!’ I decided to inflict a series of physical experiments on my published work, to take several copies of the new book, go at them with my hands, and see what might result. I stripped the book of its cover, bought a pouch of tobacco, tore the pages, rolled the words.”

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A confused dream the land entertains. Lay down your whatever-you’ve-got-there, don’t need to know what it is to be sure we don’t like it. We’ve no idea what we’ve just had a brush with. Unseen beneath the beaded grass tops, the meadow vole pokes his nose out, scoots among stems of sedges, forbs.
—Karen Solie, from “Lord of Fog.” Art: Stanisław Witkiewicz.

A confused dream the land entertains. Lay down
your whatever-you’ve-got-there, don’t need to know what it is
to be sure we don’t like it. We’ve no idea
what we’ve just had a brush with. Unseen
beneath the beaded grass tops, the meadow vole pokes
his nose out, scoots among stems of sedges, forbs.

Karen Solie, from “Lord of Fog.” Art: Stanisław Witkiewicz.