sunlight through type o green is an evolving work spanning poetry, sound, performance, and installation. First written as a sound-verse glitch poem and published by Gassen Projects, it later developed into an ambient/drone composition performed at venues including kwia berlin and Floating University as part of the MTVR Performance Series.

The title also extends to an eco-textile work created by growing and preserving plant matter on cheesecloth, where light passing through the decaying material translates the poem into a physical form. Across each iteration, the work continues to evolve through cycles of transformation, performance, and systems of ecological and archival decay.

Floating University - Exhibition: Algaefication 2025

sunlight through type o green

Six foot eight of cathedral shadow and baritone ruin
there would not be a word — only a pulse — to define him.

Dead rockstar does not respond.
But dead rockstar broadcasts:
a type of mental corrosion, parasocial dependency,
deviant affective economy.

For dead rockstar and one baby baby —
the parasite (dead rockstar) is not the enemy.
The parasite (baby baby) is the condition.
The noise is also the system.

Dead rockstar does not respond.
But dead rockstar broadcasts.

His signal in grainy resolution:
bootlegs, interviews, dark-web forums,
pornographic centerfolds, hissy VHS rips.

Compulsion says: Fix this.
Intrusion says: Host me.
A parasite in my system, a new host economy.

Compulsion says: Fix this.
Intrusion says: Host me.
A parasite in my system, a metaphysical rabbit-ear TV.

The Celebrity always archived mechanical —
stored, glitched, edited, flattened.

Dead rockstar 1996 interview, distorted by low bitrate,
becomes more erotic.
Dead rockstar 1995 Playgirl centerfold,
re-uploaded in digital, becomes more biotic.

Neurochemistry rearranged itself
like wet ash into altar.
The Parasocial is not a Crush
but a sublimated Channel.

Dead rockstar does not respond.
But dead rockstar inhabits:
immortalized albeit digitally fractured,
pixelated by old video compression.

Velvet static between grief and invention —
I create him.

Compulsion says: Fix this.
Intrusion says: Host me.
A parasite in my system, a new host economy,
white snow and erotic dithering,
heart-haunting glitch intimacy —
not with flesh but with entropy.

Sunlight through type O green
(Fix this.) (Host me.)

Vocal grain elicits ghost, then demands sentience,
makes brainmush soft metal incandescence.
Incomplete threshold zones,
bright mental corrosion,
negative feedback loops over and over.

Dead rockstar haunts baby baby.

And through rabbit-ear TV screen

emits sunlight through type O green.