nOIR:Z 31| Franco Cortese no mỡ, no mo, no mò

A beautifully realised collection of poems set against a backdrop of irregular or asymmetrical visual leaps and code. In the direction of a simple, yet open-ended structure of disarray, which of course goes to the core values of Western Civilization and disputed the existence of single meaning. Cortese applies a linguistic tone and image so crisp and clear, the book becomes a groove so very deep you can see the light clearly etched in the printed surface. Gorgeous. A wonderful journey into abstractions.

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