Thursday, February 28, 2013
An Asemic Poem from Marie
Now this is haptic, haptic grafitti, torn to reveal the green detail of a map, on a book that's like a building that tells a story that touches me, makes me want to go there to watch. But there might be something voyeuristic and that makes me cautious, so I'll stand in the shadow and wait to see what happens.
Sapois, the first word that I see. It feels like Italian, but of course it's French. Sapois, un petit village français, situé dans le département des Vosges et la région de Lorraine. Ses habitants sont appelés les Sapoisiens et les Sapoisiennes. But I think 'sapere,' to know, be aware of, to learn, hear. I can almost hear the sounds on the street where this book lives. Stunning!