I haven't seen a trace/tissue issue of my Transforms for years. Each issue was different -- different poems selected, selected poems rendered in different colors, seeking an/other dimension/s to each poem.
A firm believer in the immediate, the eternal ephemeral, I completed fewer than a dozen issues. I never kept one of my own, but found one copy in my mother-in-law's files. Here's one of the poems (look for a couple/few more in the next couple days):
to be colonized by words? There would be a revolution of word, a revolution of world. There would be a shutdown of written words (that would be the initial strategy of letters, in an attempt to narrow the power of words over readers and listeners). Spoken words would have a path toward survival, but the revolutionary lettrists would attempt to intercede, to disrupt word. Letters would colonize the discourse of words, resisting the colonization of letters. They would chant:
"All letters are created equal. Not words!"
"The father, the son, the holy letter."
"Don't ask what your letter can do for you but what you can do for your letter."
"You must be the letter you wish to be in the world."