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“Who speaks here?” asks the page.
“I speak in spirals, aging paper, ink spilling, and broken light,” answers the poem.
“In Concerto Retypo 1967, language grows into trees, fractures into glyphs, whispers through speech bubbles, and returns as a score for the eye. Each page stages a dialogue between silence and symbol, memory and ruin, typewriter and spell. What begins as reading becomes listening, then seeing, then entering. This is a chamber of visual utterance, where text performs its own patamorphosis and every mark becomes voice, gesture, echo, and apparition.”
—Isidore Isou
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