A visual enactment of attempts at articulating, Eke is the at-tempt-ation towards meaning. What does the feeling of holding your words and thoughts back—stuck and struck in a state of percolation, a plasma state of signification—feel like? What does it look like for ambivalence and divergence to converge during the moment of articulation, when all word-opportunities collide at once, like wildly unspooling threads, like heavy raindrops on a glass surface racing from one fork to the next?
A collection of visual aberrations that fumble and stammer, and that concede that a closure in expression can never be achieved, the poems of Eke ache towards both painful and opportune expression.
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