why the black background?

I close taste to all the world’s leeching,
listen to foto nous empty,
sight to never glancing cliché prancing,
scent to but that’s how it’s always done.

image: either the title illustration or something to break up the text
Do you see lines? All lines?

image: either the title illustration or something to break up the text
Do you see shapes? Intersect shapes?

image: either the title illustration or something to break up the text
Do you see the counter container?

image: either the title illustration or something to break up the text
Sometimes it’s not all there.

image: either the title illustration or something to break up the text
Sometimes it’s just not there.

The image fundamental, the form dominator,
the geometric axes, the container: the border.
Landscape’s lines: image lines, hinted lines,
tangent lines, angle lines, each line edge defined.
White backgrounds leech line.
Black strengthens.

Don’t believe me?
Compare.

My site’s consistent.
No for–web tools for me;
there’s none presumption–free & cheap.
Consistency’s a look simple and complete.
If some pages demand black,
all pages shall have black.

My poetry belongs to the dark.
Poetry, the art of speech,
weakly interacts with print,
beyond the mechanic vital.
Poetry colour is music colour;
this black is harmony.

I want work awake, not wallpaint.
I want sharp, not brochure.


For those who don’t believe, here’s some of the same photos, leaking form horribly on a white background.