And as everyone knows thanks to John Cage and George Macuinas and Sonic Youth, among others: silence is music, so every text saying something, which is nothing at all, is a text in song, somebody singing (where somebody is a nobody/everybody/no).
2. Two poems in conversation, by myself and Nate Pritts at The Collagist.
3. Two poems I must've written with a broken foot in the new notnostrums.
Thanks to the Eds. of both these journals.
2 comments:
"The redhead so pretty, I can't
write it in a letter. Instead, metaphysics.
I desire a bath."
I can't explain why I love that so much, but I do.
Thanks Hannah, I'm really glad you like that. Thank you a lot for saying so--makes my day. Matt
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