Sometimes


I cannot help thinking


that the schism between the sciences


and philosophy is simply


the result of a poorly drawn Venn


diagram a century


and a half ago. A blacksmith perhaps


a pendantic baker














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Others I realize that art is best represented
as exactly everything around us from
telephone wires crossing themselves ad
nauseum, parking lots lost or otherwise
but all in a relative dimension one quarter
or one eighth an inch beside its palpable
counterpart. A discarded condom as a
sonnet by Donne. The onramp to 35
a found fragment by Pessoa. All of it in
plain sight like the secret of the world
printed out for all to see



Arial
400 pt.
in white





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