message to m13
a broadcast for the aliens from this stupid small-town planet earth. with lame songs and barbecue sauce.
Read MoreI make things from words. Poetry, sound, theater, collage.
i make things from words. things that intend towards light. here is that round box from the attic. inside, letters, photographs, unlabeled cassette tapes. some embossed invitations to my imaginative parties, which are select and increasingly irregular. like you, i grow old. i keep my hands busy and my mind occupied. if it would be better to hold something in your hands other than a machine send me a message and i will send you something real.
a broadcast for the aliens from this stupid small-town planet earth. with lame songs and barbecue sauce.
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