The visual poet Geof Huth
contends that we are all lettrists:
The letters, those atoms of writing's structure, appeal to us through their shapes, their familiarity, and the tiny strands of meaning they contain. We love them beyond their ability to be loved, because in the end they are everything. Without the letters, we could not write a single word, without words no sentence, without sentences no paragraphs, and finally no books.
The letter is all we need, and all the night permits us.
See Geof's full discussion here