The dream has been a book that isn’t a genre. In the same way I have found artist’s in different fields have made the best kinds of poetry by accident, often, it is sometimes the limitations of our perception around what certain books are, or have been, which forces us to find the wrong structure for our content. Bård Torgersen is someone I have admired for a long time, his work has been a palpable influence on mine, because he is able to know a lot without that knowledge stopping him from going beyond it. His new book Oey Oe:: everything speaks is one of the best examples of that. It is a truly strange and marvelous volume; original and immediate and weird and inspiring. It is a narrative and a photobook, but more than this, an asemic writing book, really highly produced, for such a series of visual incidents in poetry that it’s hard to think of a literary book like it.

Just out, it can be bought here for just over 20 quid: https://torpedobok.no/Oey-Oe-everything-speaks

And here is the documentation of the book being launched: https://www.pachinko.no/bard-torgersen