New Vispoems by Nico Vassilakis

In my eyeballs, my gut, my groin--they're breathing, pumping, fornicating. If I click on them tomorrow there will be new-born visual poems--little engines that could (hopefully not fornicating, god forbid).

 

Comments

[Steve Potter]

Nice work, Nico. Love the pumping heart of Love!

[judith copithorne]

Great ideas Nico At first these look like a clock at work but at the next stage they look like the flesh of some strange creature with a hyper-metabolic system at rest but still conscious.