Poem Three: Dirty Weather
The rain had to be dealt with. It comes down the wall and onto the stairs. When it hits the stairs, the poem reads, DIRTY WEATHER SHOCKIN!
posted by Alice Lyons at 8:00 p.m.
28 December 2005
The rain had to be dealt with. It comes down the wall and onto the stairs. When it hits the stairs, the poem reads, DIRTY WEATHER SHOCKIN!
2 Comments:
Great blog, Allie. So happy to see the project evolve. Love this month in particular. Reminds me of one of my favorite artists, Roni Horn, and her "You Are the Weather" series. Keep on bloggin'!
-Matthew, NYC
Thanks Matthew. How's things in yer Kitchen? I don't know that Roni Horn project--I'll check it out. Allie
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