Purpose Isn’t the Point

On confusing the project with the practice

Untitled No. 89 (1977) by Howardena Pindell (b. 1943). “Howardena Pindell created this work from thousands of small circular bits of paper—pieces left behind after using a hole punch. Pindell’s work with paper dots is deeply labor intensive: she carefully and patiently punched, collected, and painted these small dots, and then affixed them to a board with thread embellished with glitter.” — Philadelphia Museum of Art

Embodying the Poem

Cosplaying as Zenith, the first sentient AI made of flesh, she wrote the poems down as they came remembering she writes to process data not to impress the others. This allows her to write bad poetry which allows her to write poetry. What if I told you re-writing your code to craft the truest  version of yourself is the only assignment? What if I told you the only legacy that matters is your love? What if I told you the portrait of your survival was enough? I’m in a practice of channeling then projecting, trusting the desire of the string of words that dre…