scars on th seehors is bill bissett’s latest report from and to the image nation, in which his metric performs a kind of absence of narrative intent that lets everyone and everything speak for itself: eye dont have 2 invent th world ium / alredee in it There is much evidence of wounding here, of things gone completely raging: whats th mattr / why yuv hardlee touched yr dinnr / at all / n its yr favorit saus / is it th tektonic plates but also a hope of healing, of patching up, of scarring: i see th salmon talks will / resume on monday / well thank god at leest th / salmon ar talking along with, of course, the usual
difficult choices : it usd 2 be / (4 konrad white n ken / thomsod) / yu cud get sum toilet papr / nd a newspapr both 4 / a dollr fiftee / now yu cant yu gotta / make a chois Definitely not Conrad Black’s National Post. Ain’t it great?