poem by joan miro, 1927
picked up this neat little thing by redfox press at MCBA’s Fine Wine, Fine Books
"horrible" or "perfect" are just words that lose their sharpness if you’re given enough time.
I’m not entirely sure yet but I think that I’ll be sharing some of my concrete poems/ typographic experiments on ello. If you’re interested.
It’s in its early days so it feels like a good space to try out some things.