It’s about capitalist self-censorship, and whether or not I can feel it in my kidneys.
It’s about having nothing to say and saying it, as if John Cage needed our poetry, too.
About our eternal need for snacks to feed the phantom limbs.
About rhetorical silence, felt silence. dead silence.
Freedom protection. —That won’t sell—
Diffidence v. deference.
If deference wins, deference v. différance.
The show is about the fact that though I know I’ve looked it up on more than one occasion, I’m incapable of remembering the meaning of the word ‘protean.’