I have droned through too many pretty poetry readings, too many books of concise precise adverbs and hard nouns, to many workshops on synecdoche. Let’s tear the languages to pieces, there is too much pain not to. Let’s roar, let’s growl, let’s show our stuff. Let’s celebrate fonts and textual performance, let’s see what the WORD can do!

Then after that, let’s sit down and have a coffee from fresh-roasted coffee beans and Irish Creme. Let’s discuss things. Once we’ve come to know our own languages. Their war. Their dance.