Alex Calderwood

alex calderwood

Semantic Compasses

January 02, 2020 art language

Allison Parish’s Compasses is a collection of poems that explores how words occupy space. In Compasses, the insertion of a word onto the page imposes a phonetic topography; words blend and spill into eachother like hills on a plane. Semantic Compasses is an attempt to match the idea, but explores the latent space of words on a semantic level - mapping North/South and East/West poles to units of meaning, rather than sound. Rather than publishing a collection of poems, released a tool that allow users to compose their own.

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parish's compasses

Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole.