Why am I writing about this?

Hmmhellip;

Good question.

I believe birth and death are dependent on the title of this blog - the root of all problems. God is a woman, didnrsquo;t you know? If she was a man, then she couldnrsquo;t give birth to Eve. Doesnrsquo;t life have to be born? How else can it last?

Marriage, religion, porn, prostitution, power, violence hellip; why not put them all in one bar and call it chocolate because it tastes so sweet.

Who are you, brother? Who are you, sister?

Why are we growing in the gay and lesbian population? We all want to be like God, do we not? God, god, gOd, goD - which letter should I capitalize? Or should I spell it backwards and see if therersquo;s a trick to wiggle my tail to? Maybe Irsquo;ll add another ldquo;ordquo; and itrsquo;ll all be good.

Woman, why do you want to be a man of history? If you want to be a man of history, yoursquo;re no good sister. Woman, be a man of nature; a man of love. Woman, depending on where you are in the world right now, you have the title. I donrsquo;t blame you for thinking yoursquo;ve got to be the man because the man did you wrong, but I think yoursquo;re way too good for that - you are GOD: Good Old Daemon by virtue of love.

Woman I believe in you. Woman you are the mother of your son. Woman, let the fire of nature light your eyes, warm your heart and steam the curves on your body. Woman, save life, save your children, save your soul tonight.

June 2008 - Convocation Ceremony

I turn 22 tomorrow. I usually donrsquo;t tell people my age, but itrsquo;s revealed at some point and therersquo;s nothing I can really do about it. Age speaks for the time your body has physically existed but age and time in my eyes can only be measured through experience.

The experience of living the last two years of my life, has been deep, eventful, empowering and more specifically out of my control. Everything that has happened to me and I have done has taken on its own life. My maturity as a designer and an ambitious student has expanded my level of confidence to heights beyond limits, a life of its own.

I feel like Irsquo;ve been incubating for these 2 years with the desire to give birth to a creation of accumulated knowledge from sifting through information, running up and down hills and flying over the oceans and deserts. I feel like Irsquo;ve been waiting for so long to get to somewhere where I can stop and show where I am.

The reason I know this, is because I can finally let go. Without letting go, there is always worry, defense, pressure and a sense of failure always embedded in my head. This has caused me stress to the degree where my body has forgotten how to operate to fulfill itself and manage its own actions, without letting the actions control my body. I never let go. I kept wanting more and I always will.

My thesis became me. I wanted to make a revolution as a designer and so determined to do it. I didnrsquo;t really know what it looked like but I knew what it was supposed to feel like and finally I can say that Irsquo;m done. Irsquo;m done incubating because I can firmly say that I have lived it, revealed it and put it to the test for people to interact with. Its working and I know it will last. Irsquo;ve achieved my goal of reaching the destination I was heading for. Itrsquo;s time for me to enjoy it and let it move forward - the intense work is done. My thesis grew to a shared vision of people around me, and together we have made it an interactive design. Success is when others see potential in what you are doing and want to help you get there. Collective power is the only way ideas come to life.

more to comehellip;

Thatrsquo;s always been a motto Irsquo;ve wanted to go by but it seems like when yoursquo;re encouraged to take time and explore, especially in school, you can get lost in your travels and not know how to focus on one thing. Why focus on one thing whenhellip;actually I do focus on one thing and itrsquo;s called drive. I focus on the drive I have and not the location, or the weather but how to keep driving and viewing the sights Irsquo;ve never seen.

If I couldnrsquo;t focus, how could I know that I am finally here? I focused on what I knew and now I focus on what I know and the only thing I know is that what I know is what others donrsquo;t know and my priority right now is to communicate what I know so others know too. And then itrsquo;s in the hands of time.

Active I became.

I was concerned about everything! Everything started to matter to me. I got on the Student Union as the GD rep, and with that role I decided to do something. In a school with many communication and integration issues, I wanted to gather students together and run a workshop to address these issues and come up with ideas for improvement of the school. So I did it. I planned it, promoted it, gave speeches about it, organized it, structured it, and documented everything. I ran 5 sessions to gather enough content from students in all departments. I then took it to the Board of Governors and Sara Diamond, spoke up about it, and had it added as an appendix to the Strategic Plan of 2006-2012 that was at the stage of approval before my forums. I met a lot of people I had never met before through this process and learning took on a different meaning for me. Activism became a passion. Small things, planned out and structured and presented well with a purpose became my mission. Step by step, moving towards a vision.

OCAD offers a Mobility/Exchange in third year. There is a list of participating schools that you can choose from. I invested a lot of time into research and investigation of all my options. I then applied to 3 schools: RISD, Ringling and OTIS, and got accepted into Ringling (in Sarasota, Florida) for the Spring 2007 semester. My work at the 2006 AIDS Conference and my web design abilities enhanced my application. I was a perfect candidate to bring depth to a technical school.

The only class before my trip to Florida that stands out in my mind was with Gary Blakeley. Awesome British man. Great teacher, great projects. Very intelligent and supportive. I enjoyed all of his projects and his blunt, bold and upfront attitude with student work. I always had something to say. Ghazaleh always has something to say! War of Words, E-Life and Toronto Transit were all meaningful and practical projects for me. Graphic Design with depth, meaning and purpose - he always gave interesting and well prepared lectures that had me fall in love with Typography and become very sensitive to it. His daughter is going to be brilliant - I know it.

I flew down to Sarasota and stayed with the loving Sarah who I found on Craigslist for sharing a house, 3 minute bike-ride away from Ringling. I got my bike cheap, from a non-profit bike alliance. I biked everywhere. Ringling disciplined me. I produced a lot of work for my portfolio. I stood out - no doubt. The narrow mind-frame of ldquo;designrdquo; doesnrsquo;t cut it for me. I need meaning. I need leadership and I need open-minded thinking. Ringling was great because I needed to show my abilities as a designer and produce graphic design work that could differentiate me from others. Every project I did, I spent excessive hours in its making. I cannot produce work I am unsatisfied with. I got in touch with myself, nature, and obsessed with reaching for more.

Dave Mason came to Ringling to present the new identity of the school that SamataMason redesigned. He was from Canada too and he liked my work. So one thing led to the next and I ended up in Chicago as an intern for the summer after Ringling.

More biking, more photography, more blog writing. I went through a lot of stress at the internship with my fellow interns. It was hard to go through but again, I learnt a lot about teamwork and my strengths and weaknesses.

I was ready to take on 4th year with a thesis in mind a year in advance.

It was Ghazaleh time.

Done.

Graduated, screwed over, beaten-up, torn, burnt, lesson learnt, grown, explored, snored, my last resort.

It was OCAD that I attended with smiles on my face. It was OCAD that I chose between York/Sheridan Design program in 2004. It was OCAD because of its degree - its Bachelor in Design. I didnrsquo;t know what OCAD really was - I just listened to the experts in the field who said, ldquo;yea, for sure go to OCArdquo;. I just knew Graphic Design was something I was doing, good at and wanting to pursue. I entered OCAD.

I wanted to skip first year badly. I wanted to get out and go forward with Graphic Design. I knew I was going into the damn field. I did my internship at Compass360 in highschool. I had researched all of Toronto for the best graphic design firms. Top choice I remember was Concrete. I did my research long before my future classmates knew what graphic design was coming from highschool.

I got a little confused after first year. I realized I needed depth and I realized there was more to me than just Graphic Design. I needed excitement. I wanted cool stuff, fun stuff, fun people, activation, running, jumping, dancing. I wanted energy. It wasnrsquo;t my environment. I learnt a ton in first year. It was really great to go through classes that I went through. That drawing class that I got 60 in, that Interaction Design class that had us baking cookies; that Form amp; Structure that had me learn about Zaha Hadid; that Design Process class that made me think about the design of bathrooms and for the first time question where the waste from shoes went; that Colour amp; 2D class with the coolest assignments ever and one of the most interesting pieces I had ever made (writing numbers in 100 different languages) and Keith Rushtonrsquo;s class in 2D Communication that had my eyes popping out of their sockets and latched onto him for the rest of my years.

I then began to see.

the only mistake

is when you are not true

dance dance dance

all i wanna do is dance

forget about

the second chances

the romances

of fearful advances

i want to dance it off

so i forget

why i like music

m u    s i   c

letters

no word at my tongue

beat

not a message

sounds

not a song

just happy letting loose

at this moment

just for fun

itrsquo;s not what it seemed.

what is it then?

is it what is seen?

with my eyes,

is it what it feels?

or heals

my senses to the point

where itrsquo;s real?

or is it just a meal,

that tastes a piece of my mind

and swallows the waste

of my teeth chewing

the crunchiest conversation

in a self full esteem?

why is this happening?

i donrsquo;t know this,

i havenrsquo;t heard this

why is my mind right here

in this situation,

hearing revealing secrets?

i donrsquo;t know this person

why are we sharing?

who said itrsquo;s okay

to be hearing

this voice

at this moment of caring?

irsquo;m not here,

i was there

thatrsquo;s who i was

thatrsquo;s who was left

to be reflected

as myself

as my wealth

of stealth

in my image of health

itrsquo;s my skill

to be who i was,

when i knew

what i thought i knew 

i just listen to what

the sounds chose to do.

there are other ways of doing it.

just because you never thought about it,

doesnrsquo;t mean it wasnrsquo;t always there

the only problem

is the mistake of

presentation

with 

truth

donrsquo;t compare the art of the past with the art of the future -

itrsquo;s not the same

donrsquo;t compare the possibilities in the past,

the time it took in the past,

the difficulty in the past,

the expensive costs in the past,

the waste in the pasthellip;

none of it is the same

donrsquo;t give me the past

give me now.

give me the internet;

give me youth;

give me the future in my hands,

with the alphabet on my fingers

ready to make the language of

click, go.

yes, irsquo;m there

no i donrsquo;t know you but i care.

they didnrsquo;t have the internet,

so donrsquo;t give me examples of higher thought

in the past -

itrsquo;s not the same.

the medium is now.

now is design.

now is digital.

now is on my lap,

top of my lungs.

my life is passing me by

faster than my thoughts.

they didnrsquo;t have the internet,

but i do.

i am a woman

i give birth to a child 

that is married to me 

before marriage represented 

a ring of dependence

i am a woman that speaks 

to the womannness of creation 

and the birth of my children

my name is woman

my last name is family;

i take pride in my family name 

as humanity

i am a woman

without me there would be no birth

i am the mother of earth

if manrsquo;s creation is destruction of nature,

it is time to see that it is the womanrsquo;s time 

to give birth to a new man 

that respects his mother 

and provides for his family;

a true man empowers his womanness 

to be humble and allow her 

to lead the future of their children

i am a woman 

with an intellect 

who sees her purpose of wisdom 

to not seduce 

but to hide from predators 

and reveal enough to attract 

the healthy mind of the beast 

that has recovered from his hangovers

he came close to death so he realized 

that his mother gave him a heart;

his mother created the richness 

of his own beauty;

so he comes back to me

the woman

for he finally sees his true role in the family,

community,

and creation for humanity

Anyone who is reading this is a part of the book. internetoflife is one word but it assembled of three other words that we know in English.

The final direction for my thesis after 1.5 years of research is internetoflife.com

I believe in the power of the collective to share wisdom and create links.

I believe in words to reflect identity.

I believe in words of wisdom, quoted by you.

So please visit the site and contribute.

First round of submissions for final presentation at my gradshow are April 12, 2008.

Anyone, anywhere you are, if you are reading this and you are interested in the concept of my network and want to support it into fruition, please click on the submissions page. I would also like to request for volunteer translators to translate the internetoflife questions into other languages, so we can get a universal network of words. Text and colour are universal languages mdash; lets rsquo;simplyrsquo; use them to broadcast lsquo;who we arersquo;.

More information on how I arrived here will be posted soon.

You are also welcome to add me to facebook since I have nothing to hide about who I am.

listen to this spoken

mdash;

what does eid mean to us here away from home?

away from the land thatrsquo;s embedded in our bone?

what does sale no mean if wersquo;ve become so scattered?

what does it mean if wersquo;ve forgotten what really matters?

what is eid-didani if nothing feels like EERAAN?

why is it that happy life is to win that marathon?

what happened to the days of sofre-chini?

of ab-goosht orsquo; lavash orsquo; dore ham neshini?

what really matters is the love for our history

so what we keep stays in our familyrsquo;s diary

ketabo baz kon orsquo; shoroo kon khandane farsi

ke roozi shaer shodi orsquo; be iranat begi mersi

mdash;

the text above is written with my font called ldquo;seebrdquo;

visit seebfont.com

begin

i said begin

so why not start

to begin

by beginning

to start

i said start

so why not begin

to start

by starting

begin

i said begin

so why not start

to begin

by beginning

to start

i said start

so why not begin

to start

by starting

i doooooooooooooooooooooo

and then i incubate

i doooooooooooooooooooooo

and then i incubate

i doooooooooooooooooooooo

and then i incubate

i doooooooooooooooooooooo

and then i incubate

My life is always at

rsquo;successionrsquo;:

(ecology) the gradual and orderly process of change in an ecosystem brought about by the progressive replacement of one community by another until a stable climax is established

doing is growth

incubation is understanding growth

incapable

i am of knowing you

your non-actions

tell me more about you

than your speech

you are testing me

for yourself

you believe in yourself

not in me

impressive but

you donrsquo;t want to know me

otherwise

your non-actions would be actions

yoursquo;ve made a gap

i keep jumping

itrsquo;s my own fault

if i fall

right?

ldquo;Have you ever seen a child take apart a favorite toy? Did you then see the little one cry after realizing he could not put all the pieces back together again? Well, here is a secret that never makes the headlines: We have taken apart the universe and have no idea how to put it back together. After spending trillions of research dollars to disassemble nature in the last century, we are just now acknowledging that we have no clue how to continue mdash; except to take it apart further.

Reductionism was the driving force behind much of the twentieth centuryrsquo;s scientific research. To comprehend nature, it tells us, we first must decipher its components. The assumption is that once we understand the parts, it will be easy to grasp the whole. Divide and conquer; the devil is in the details. Therefore, for decades we have been forced to see the world through its constituents. We have been trained to study atoms and superstrings to understand the universe; molecules to comprehend life; individual genes to understand complex human behavior; prophets to see the original of fads and religions.

Now we are close to knowing just about everything there is to know about the pieces. But we are as far as we have ever been from understanding nature as a whole. Indeed, the reassembly turned out to be much harder than scientists anticipated. The reason is simple: Riding reductionism, we run into the hard wall of complexity. We have learned that nature is not a well-designed puzzle with only one way to put it back together. In complex systems the components can fit in so many different ways that it would take billions of years for us to try them all. Yet nature assembles the pieces with a grace and precision honed over millions of years. It does so by exploiting the all-encompassing laws of self-organization, whose roots are still largely a mystery to us.

hellip;Networks are present everywhere. All we need is an eye for them.rdquo;

-From Introduction in Linked by Albert-Laszlo Barabasi

he said: life is game and wersquo;re all players

i said: yes, but i would say we are athletes of our own sport

he said: life is a movie and wersquo;re all actors

i said: yes, but I would say we are performers of our own theatre

he said: life is a dream and wersquo;re all dreamers

i said: yes, but i would say we are dreamers living our own dream

he said: irsquo;d rather say it so everyone can connect to it

i said: thatrsquo;s done, but what do you do after what you say gets old?

he said: i need people like you to take care of that answer

i said: if itrsquo;s words that are speaking then we must use vocabulary to speak another language

he said: I guess so.

i said: yes, but i would say we all feel so.

Irsquo;m frustrated with everything and Irsquo;m only saying this because I believe that I have answers for how to find the answers. I have a voice that Irsquo;ve made through listening and thinking. My voice is of DOING. I have a voice that cares to voice others because the voice of others is my voice.

I have never fit in, nor have I ever thought I had to fit in. Now people look at me and think that Irsquo;m too young to have answers, but Irsquo;m not telling you that Irsquo;M THE ANSWER, Irsquo;m telling you I know where the answers are and I care enough about them to bring them to the forefront of the conversation if wersquo;re talking about answers. So donrsquo;t get intimidated by me or think that Irsquo;m self-indulgent. I just love what I DO because I do it for people and communities, hence I should love myself for doing it. I want to share the love with you all. You might see tears in my eyes if you catch me in a passionate conversation.

I just got home to my parentrsquo;s Thornhill condo suite, after a very important panel lecture series Manufacturing Neighbourhoods held by Torontorsquo;s Architecture for Humanity at the Gardner Museum. The panel speakers included Bruce Hinds (my professor, close friend and project supporter) along with the highly reputable Ken Greenberg and other engaged reputable speakers just as concerned about community development in Toronto.

I thought it was a wonderful discussion and I just had to put my foot in there and talk about community activism since I know what that is about, because I practice it and preach it simultaneously. Sitting in the front row and having my hand up since the floor could ask questions, being dismissed about 5 times before the moderator came to hand me the microphone, I spilled my heart out on this topic of lsquo;building communityrsquo;.

Irsquo;ve been at OCAD for 4 years and I have involved myself in its community and politics mdash; because I care about making it a better institution with better education, more exposure to its possibilities and direction for building a unique community. Bottom line, Irsquo;m telling you, I know OCAD because Irsquo;ve experienced it and I care about its future. Everyone on the administration knows me. I have made myself and my voice visible, fearless and passionate. I have tried my best to speak for the majority of the population of the school and enhancement of its education for its students precisely with lsquo;building communityrsquo; and increasing student engagement, which mind you is not any different than doing something for a neighborhood. I have DONE things and that goes to tell you that I can speak about them and have a right to make a statement after doing something that people care about and donrsquo;t care enough to do something about.

Here is proof ONE and TWO of what I have done. Boom. Done. Irsquo;m publicizing myself because no one else on earth is going to do it for me. Itrsquo;s not just two, itrsquo;s more! I care about my gradshow, so I care to get involved in making a structure for it so that the students are involved in the future. I put myself through challenges and hours of volunteering to initiate something I believe in. I care about the decisions made for the school. I care to speak up and give an input, because if I donrsquo;t, no one will know that I actually care. I want a better future for others and if I donrsquo;t act on what matters, then what matters will never have my voice in it. I know my voice creates vibrations and itrsquo;s those vibrations that I believe in, nothing else.

Irsquo;m fed up with people who donrsquo;t DO and sit and complain and complain and complain. There are people who talk about doing, tons of them might I add. In fact, thatrsquo;s all we do! We (as in majority of Western society) just talk about doing and then the next time we do the same thing again. As much as I whole-heartedly agree the doing begins by having a conversation, but what about making the conversation HAPPEN? Who wants to take responsibility of that and who wants to invest their time in something that theyrsquo;ve never done? Stop watching your damn television and stop listening to how hard it is to do things. Itrsquo;s all built to scare you and turn you away. Yoursquo;re not MEANT to have a voice; thatrsquo;s what yoursquo;re meant for through the media.

Media yourself for goodness sakes! Irsquo;m a nobody and Irsquo;m media-ing me and through that I want to media my values and beliefs. Does that make sense? Ofcourse not, because yoursquo;ve never heard of it. You think that media is supposed to come to you because media is so far away and hard to reach.

Itrsquo;s not though; itrsquo;s really not. Internet confuses us, because wersquo;re confused with ourselves so when we enter a digital world with confusion of ourselves, we are even more confused and donrsquo;t know how to translate anything into reality. Hence we talk about it.

Irsquo;m also working on a community project as you should know by now if yoursquo;ve talked to me or know me, because itrsquo;s really my life. You cannot do a community project if you donrsquo;t fall in love with the community. It simply will not work. You will fail miserably and become pessimistic about doing anything ever again. Irsquo;m in love with this project and Irsquo;m in love with it because (here we go again), I simply GIVE A DAMN. Research on an area with statistics, numbers, assumptions and politics is the easy part. Understanding what the community has to offer is the most important and the most time-consuming part. This requires listening, observing, making friends and showing appreciation for what exists. If you donrsquo;t show appreciation for what is already there, you will again, fail miserably and continue to go the wrong way to make change.

Here is the link to a brief description to TheStoreFront project and here is TheStoreFrontCommunity.com which I highly suggest you join if you are in Toronto since we are holding an inaugural festival in the area: The BIG Festival. I have now understood this community, and I realize still how little I know about what is going on and Irsquo;m dying to be a part of it mdash; this is why I want to MOVE THERE and live there and experience the community mdash; being a member of the community that I change.

Now what else have I done? I spoke up to this community! I clearly made the effort to show that I cared about them. Irsquo;ve understood what community groups exist. I KNOW who these people are now and they KNOW ME TOO! This is how you make a change! You come in as an outsider and see it your responsibility to be humble and listen. If you want to be a therapist mdash; which is literally what urban planners and designers are for communities at large mdash; you need to listen and understand. You need to realize that there are no fingers to be pointed. It is your responsibility to find out how to do it so that IT WORKS and that local residents and businesses lsquo;take ownership of their communitiesrsquo; mdash; the answer to the question Bruce Hinds proposed to the group.

Now listen to me, Irsquo;m telling you that Irsquo;ve done this and done the investigation alone. And I can speak about it for that very reason; because I have done it and I know how it needs to be done after going through difficulty figuring it out. Irsquo;m not done and I never will be, but I hope that someone listens and follows some of these steps that Irsquo;ve learnt by DOING what yoursquo;re TALKING about. Who am I kidding, no one will buy in until itrsquo;s all over the media, and then you can come and ask me, ldquo;how do you do it?rdquo; Ask me now because Irsquo;m always in the search for answers. Maybe what I say will be of value, despite my age.

I need a change.

I hate this building. I hate how I stay in it all weekend because I feel lazy to go anywhere in this area, a boring and dull neighbourhood that isnrsquo;t even really a neighbourhood mdash; itrsquo;s just a bunch of sky-rise buildings. I hate how I canrsquo;t just open the door and walk out. I hate how I canrsquo;t see my neighbours. I  donrsquo;t belong here. I want to be in a natural human environment. I love how Irsquo;m with my family, but it doesnrsquo;t mean that Irsquo;m with the rest of my community. Irsquo;m not engaged in my natural environment. We all used to, way back in Iran. We have a history of a rich community of family and local habitat. I was brought up around trees, vegetables, rocks, water and grass. I used to go swimming everyday. I picked cherries, climbed the walnut tree, pet the dog, watered herbs, played games, chased after birds. I hate it here! I want to go back to my childhood and be more engaged in my environment.

What is the point of sitting here and pretending to do work? I sit in my room with my laptop all day! I hate it! I hate the fact that where I live limits my interactions within my local environment and affects my daily cycles. I donrsquo;t go for walks or runs; I donrsquo;t walk to a local farmerrsquo;s market; I donrsquo;t bike anywhere; I donrsquo;t plant anything; I donrsquo;t have any pets. I really donrsquo;t do anything except for stare at this screen and think about life.

Well, Irsquo;m exaggerating a little bit, because when Irsquo;m not home Irsquo;m really happy. I really like being around people. Itrsquo;s just when Irsquo;m stagnant for too long, I feel like Irsquo;m not myself and that I limit my actions because Irsquo;m stuck in a loop. I think Irsquo;m priviledged to be living with my parents but I worry for them too. I worry that theyrsquo;ve conditioned themselves to this unengaged environment and way of life, that theyrsquo;ve forgotten what life is really about.

Or, maybe itrsquo;s different for them. Maybe theyrsquo;ve been doing this for years and all that matters to them is family. In Iran we were around more familiarity so we were more involved as a family in activities and gatherings. Or, perhaps this is what the majority of the world is now? Immigrating to a new country and moving into ldquo;goodrdquo; neighbourhoods (suburbs), buying a car and driving everywhere and providing for the family. What Irsquo;m concerned about is these ldquo;goodrdquo; neighbourhoods because I can clearly see how they are ldquo;badrdquo; neighbourhoods because there is no sign of a neighbourhood, just your suite. Or, maybe itrsquo;s these condominiums that are really the problem. They make us lazier and encourage us to stay in our homes. Or, maybe we have just become so lazy that we are hesitant to do different things because we mold our lives to inactivity and condition our bodies to underengage in our residential communities.

precipitation, floundering my state of mind

i start drowning myself in one breath of time

until i feel the wetness of my bones, and get cold

and begin to lose control of my soul

i panic and scream: ldquo;death is near, death is nearrdquo;

but no one is here, no one is here

no one comes even close to my near

i cry i cry, i ask myself why

why does it have to rain when i cry

floundering perceptions, truthful directions

keeping my mind at the roof of protection

opposing senses, i see that itrsquo;s red

i start yelling: ldquo;itrsquo;s red, itrsquo;s red!rdquo;

but itrsquo;s my blood thatrsquo;s been already bled

irsquo;m alive and irsquo;m helplessly giving

precipitation is bedazzlement

my bones wet, swimming

hellip;we have to play tricks with language until finally we generate a certain vertigo in ourselves through which words, falsely assumed to transmit knowledge, lose their apparent meaning until a more real discourse is possible mdash; implying ultimately the invention of a new language, a language that does not only have to be spoken and written. In the future I believe books will never be written again, books will be lsquo;donersquo;, thus literalizing the cliched metaphor that writing is an act.

-David Cooper

from The Death of the Family

1971

U and I

two letters found at chance

in the community of alphabet

letrsquo;s get married

and make a new word