Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew

Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew This Poem Into A Blanket.

A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity In Which The Entire Organism Participates.

The Stars Know Everything, So We Try To Read Their Minds. As Distant As They Are, We Choose To Whisper In Their Presence.

When People Ask Me How To Find Happiness In Life I Tell Them, First Learn How To Cook.

Found Objects, Chance Creations, Ready-mades (mass-produced Items Promoted Into Art Objects, Such As Duchamp's "fountain"-urinal As Sculpture) Abolish The Separation Between Art And Life. The Commonplace Is Miraculous If Rightly Seen.