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Daily Notes on Poetry
26 October 2004. Bill Austin is seeking work for an homage he's doing at his Black Box to Bill Keith, the visual poet who recently died. He reminded people at Spidertangle of this the other day, so yesterday I went to Paint Shop and knocked off the following piece:
As a screen-sized piece, it's not readable, which bothers me, so I expect to print it in sections and repaste them together when I make a finished work of it. I'll probably fiddle some more with details, too. Not sure the colored part is as good as I can get it. The piece, by the way, is made up of three of Bill's poems, two of which I reproduce in readable form below. Flight times the tenuousness of life makes a kind of poetry. The process disturbs the apparatus it's taking place in, loosening extraneous matter free. I'm not sure of the details of what's going on but like it.
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