I’ve spent weeks trying to write about my experience of Chris Mann’s work, and every time I sit down, I decimate what I’ve written before in a maelstrom of editing. The more I think about his work, which is centered in language, the more I recognize the inherent lack of precision in words themselves and in my own phrasing. In my effort to more exactly convey my thoughts, the impossibility becomes frustratingly more apparent. It’s only now that I am realizing how hilarious this is given that Mann’s work – though exacting and precise in his use of language – …