Friday, 5 February 2010

Top Secret OR ELSE

Last night, at the Scottish Poetry Library, I was introduced to some random art. Sandwich containers filled with soil, knitted femidoms and such. The kind of art you love, you freak.

The task is to choose a piece of randomness and use it as inspiration for a poem which will then be commented on by artists. Then we'll all be put in a box of monkeys and covered with electrodes and gummy bears.

Thing is, I'm not allowed to talk to anyone about it because it ruins the project. Yes, RUINS it. As no-one but lonely alcoholics and my dead eyes read my blog I feel it may be safe to say as much as I have - but if the word gets out I'm coming after you.

Russell Jones

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