FLAG + VOID
We desire a self-confident degree of alchemy.
We value density.
We endorse the materiality of language.
When in the field, language should gallop and snort.
Its rest need be fitful.
The poem that sleeps sleeps on its feet.
Language crafts its blueprint poem to poem.
There are no gold coins on the map; they must be forged by the poet.
To invent is to invent one's construct, to stitch a flag from the void.