Not fully in the vein of Charles Baudelaire or Roland Barthes, there is a resonance with the nuances and poetics of both writers. The wall is meant to be read, the images are meant to be read, and in reading we understand that structure is inherent, but of course as Barthes has noted, reading not only perverts structure, it is an act of the body (as violent as it is externally silent) undertaking its “clandestine task” with near infinite and varied emotions. Barthes defines the desire to read under several components, and he says: “Reading is the conductor of the desire to write.” Not only to write, but also to draw, and as there is no distinguishing between write and draw, the final results in reading, however phantasmogoric (and real), are facts. Necessity, while violent or with (some) bliss and sensation, is also objective. While the strange logic of poetry is only wholly understood when we examine Reading.