YOU WANNA HOLD MOI HAND

Now this

is just one of several images in the hand-made limited edition chap that will not make it into the Online version of my Dusie Summer 2007 chap, THE SINGER And Others.

In that sense, the difference surfaces in realities between virtual and non-virtual, even as the age deepens and blurs the boundaries.

How can the e-ether replace the hand? How can you, reading a poem on a computer screen, feel the viscerality of the cover page ripped from passion -- Pasyon, I tell ya!. How can you appreciate the above black-and-white image transposed against xeroxed newspaper meant to evoke poverty and desire (i.e., faded want ads).

How can you think to know a person by reading hir blog?