a statement / un grito
I write to communicate change. I write to put out the fires
my thoughts make when they rub against silence. I am angry for
the words that will never have definition. All the stories I will
never hear and the ones I could never tell. But mostly I am angry
so that I can speak loudly enough for you to listen.
The endless reverberations of syntax fascinate me. I like
sewing them together and creating prosaic textiles that will make
you feel something at the sight of them. And maybe you will
recognize the curtains from your bedroom window or the hat your
father wore. It is like a circulatory system, the way images and
sounds weave into one another to form words. The union of organic
thoughts stimulates the shape of life.
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