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Lionel Kearns

“…With its numberless points of intersection, its uneven intervals, its variation and variety, this life spins beyond my grasp. All I can do is use what I have at hand, language and its peripherals, the technologies of consciousness, to lay down a few reflective strips that catch the flicker of these moments as they flash into being and are gone.”

Posted by on February 13, 2007.

Categories: convergences, digital poetics, nootka

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