The Perforated Map, and Writing the Unknown

“Strange—we are inhabiting more than one realm of existence, but they all fit together if the art is right,” Lorine Niedecker I was twenty. I sat in a room on First Street in the Lower East Side looking at the wall in front of me and began to imagine its receding and its coming closer. Depending on how my mind chose to look at it, the wall moved. I wanted to learn something about the nature of reality. What I learned was that nothing is solid. Words were like those walls, receding and coming ..