Wednesday, August 31, 2011

1740 days ago today

Last year
she asked:

"Have you
written any
poetry lately?"
Well, I remember
(which does not mean:
I remember well)
one I wrote
one thousand
seven hundred
seventy-five days
ago today

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She asked:
"Are you an artist?"
I f a lt e re d
What I meant to say:
"I'm living."

(I guess this makes this
an artist's commune)

Life as Picasso:


Longing an O'Keefe:



Words like teeth do chomp:



"The word 'art' interests me very much.
If it comes from the Sanskrit, as I've heard, it signifies 'making.'"
-Marcel Duchamp


Thank you,
I said, for asking.

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