Poem: “The Farmer’s Market”
I still remember the moment I wrote this. As I fed my typewriter some paper, a person walked by. I remember looking up, glancing at them. They were looking at me funny…
mundane
“First unattendable lunch” from Claes Oldenburg’s “Unattendable Lunches” (1967)
Last week, I came across a page from Claes Oldenburg’s “Unattendable Lunches.” It’s such a mysterious text that I have yet to find the full version online.