Klaus Fußmann - Geltinger Garten, 1988
I considered the heavens, and felt a brisk yearning for a netherworld beyond the confines of my visual stasis, said nobody ever.
I love the putrid smell of antique flax, said no one ever.
Why don’t we go to Chelsea Market, said no one ever, I heard heathens died there.
No one ever said: I prefer 10th Ave to 9th Ave because 10th Ave has more digits.
I love buffering, said nobody ever, my grandmother died from it.
The soapy dish, a dicey sitch, said nobody ever.
I only shop from corporations that have “Nu” in the their brand spelling, where “Nu” stands for a new spelling of “New,” said no one ever.
I traveled across the country merely to cry in a burrito, said no one ever.
I need a larger thumb drive, no one ever said, to store my tote bag collection.
No one ever said, I read a whole book from cover to cover, even the page numbers.
No one ever told me, I love you the whole world round and back, but that’s as far as I can go.
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Bernard Schultze - Untitled, 1974
Unknown Artist - The Discomfiture and Death of Piroz, Page from a Manuscript of the Shahnama (Book of Kings) of Fridays, circa 1485-95