As most of you know, I’m an artist at Fayetteville Underground. This means I’m in and out of the gallery throughout the month and without fail, virtually every single time I’m there I find some odd, random thing that someone has left behind.
A couple of weeks ago I came across this poem that someone had jotted down and left sitting in a pile of papers to be recycled. I decided to liberate it from its impending death and eventual reincarnation as a few sheets of toilet paper.
I now present to you the first (and possibly last – we’ll just have to wait and see, so one of my silly logos pending) edition of PROJECT FOUND (translation provided below the image in case you have a hard time making it out):
PROJECT FOUND: POEM RESCUED FROM THE TRASH
Get rich
new at this
money is religion
Liquor store
abstract
inches
representation
Pornography works
we buy symbols
we don’t buy
Lexus commercial
more complicate
chicken
swim fins
or seven deadly sins
overdoing it
Just because we
can
atomic bombs
no note
slack
listen to each
other
– Anonymous
Lost Kisses & Found Chaos,
Alli Woods Frederick
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