Two stamps, three bills
my story doesn't fit
like a glove left behind
on the bus
wary of the last guy
at the last stop, still
angry fist with bell
thumb at Brighton ski shop
filled with bikes on sale
much weather, fewer words
"We need to get serious
about measurement."
dripping...
"You are not fat."
still I don't care
what we get from there
just how we order
for me—
I finger the heart
splat in the dust
separately wonder
about the soft wine sweater—
"What if it spills?"
Today, an endless, recombinant, and fundamentally social process generates
countless hours of creative product (another antique term?). To say that this
poses a threat to the record industry is simply comic. The record industry,
though it may not know it yet, has gone the way of the record. Instead, the
recombinant (the bootleg, the remix, the mash-up) has become the characteristic
pivot at the turn of our two centuries.
-- William Gibson
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