Designed to be presented in The Cave at Brown University (an immersive virtual reality space) this manifesto poem is presented here in a greatly diminished form: a small Quicktime window without a fullscreen option. As such, rather than being a full on assault on the senses and aesthetic sensibilities, it seem like an harmless little annoyance, which is a pity, because it is a fascinating work. When you look at the images keep in mind that this was created with a text editor, because you are looking a letterforms atomized beyond what even Lettrisme aimed for. Listen to the poem’s rhythms and mixture of poetic, manifesto, and technical language, punctuated by a series of “mother fuckers” spoken with a gusto worthy of Samuel Jackson in Pulp Fiction.

Featured in Electronic Literature Collection, Volume 2.