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Secret Face – Upon Observing Barbara Kruger’s Installation

A parking lot with rain:How jagged the concreteHow silken its puddles Its poured-out watery silhouettesMagic concentric circlesFast like a dazzling tap dancerWhose moves outpace the eyeOr a spinning vinyl in black light How the mind anticipates what it seesHow a camera … Continue reading

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Belief + Doubt = Sanity

If I ever am banished, send me to a hell of text. Make the walls of my dungeon covered with words. Make them black and white and red, in sans serif and on vinyl, like this environment of Barbara Kruger … Continue reading

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