Engulfing every aspect of real and metaphorical worlds,industry itself contains its own function - a system. It is obsessed, haunted and controlled by its own stark orderliness. A mistake in this system creates from a mere matrix copy - the produce of industry - a defect. But in that other world, defective rhymes with handsome.In this sense a mistake in the system - the defect born in a factory incident turns out to be industrial poetry. A marginal almost opaque image of the opposites merged, with its actual meaning always slipping through the tips of our fingers.
