In the public library.
Browsing the latest issue of ArtForum (May 2013), leafing rapidly through page after page of advertisements.
There’s always a pen and paper handy: poems often happen when I’m reading.
I’d gone past, but needed to go back and find it again: words were beginning to form …
There are words
written all over my face
I see words
in the mirror
If you bother to read me
……… take the time to read me
I doubt you’d have understood
even if you’d read carefully
The image shown here is a detail of my re-photographing of the magazine advertisement referred to above.
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