I'm an architect and writer, working in Chicago. I want to know: how and where do blimps land? What are the origins of cyborgs? Is there anything better than escape from dystopia? How important really is one's GRE score?
Ann Lok Lui / annloklui [at] gmail [dot] com
To make two bold statements: There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poem, I mean that there can be no part that is redundant.
Prose may carry a load of ill-defined matter like a ship. But poetry is a machine which drives it, pruned to a perfect economy. As in all machines, its movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character.
