我愛你. ('I love you')
"When plunder becomes a way of life for a group of men in a society, over the course of time they create for themselves a legal system that authorizes it and a moral code that glorifies it."
– Frédéric Bastiat via @cynical.ltd
“this thing I made at Kinko’s”
Chapbook, made at Kinko’s, heartfelt missives, placed on consignment at the bookstore, doesn’t sell, is handled by two or three who go on to buy something by a poet they know, lies there seventeen years, is tossed into a landfill when the store closes, power grid fails, feral children dig through the landfill for recycle things, pulls my chapbook out, sees that its pages are mostly blank, paper is rare, takes it to an overseer who can read, sees a word he doesn’t know, is intrigued, book ends up in a Chinese archive, is studied, nobody knows what the word means. [100 words]
Embarcadero near Market, 1963.
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