The directions: how something is supposed to be done, rules that one follows to do things the 'right way'. Yet what happens when the directions are wrong? When the manual's way isn't the best way? What happens when an artist and a poet don't see the world the way they were told? What would happen if they were to speak to each other with words and colors, ideas and images about what they saw? If they discovered along the way that words were colors and ideas wore the forms of images? Why that would be what you're reading now...