This anagram is an occasional poem written in response
to an artwork produced by the print maker
Evelyn [INAUDIBLE],, who is very inspired by my genetic project
and asked me to write a poem specifically
for her own artwork.
It, of course, plays off a very famous aphorism
by William S. Burroughs.
Language is a virus from outer space.
Language is a pursuer of covert aims.
Language frames our virus as poetic.
Language tapers our vicious frames.
Language, for us some, is a corrupt sieve.
Language, for us, promises a curative.