If the text’s existence is elsewhere so too the writer’s. The layering of imagery, as mentioned
may deceive a reader into thinking they are getting to know the writer, getting closer to
understanding Wareham Morris’ “existence” only to discover that the layers also pull apart, fray,
rip, burn. This confuses and frustrates the reader, user, audience: the “reading” experiences are
too disorientating, too fragmented, too difficult to understand. This once again reinforces the
metafictional element of Viole(n)t Existence: Wareham Morris cannot offer any “sense” because
she cannot make sense of and for herself. For these reasons, her work exceeds typical
expectations of “poetry”, “performance” and “literature”, which adds another dimension to its
central themes: the writer brings the themes to life, literally. The themes occupy the spaces, the networks, crucially the bodies of the text(s), which naturally necessitates a questioning of
“existence” itself.