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Sentence: Poetry

Posted on 2012 by Lise Patt

Poetry is always a dying language but never a dead language.

— Robert Smithson

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METHODS

  • Bricolage
  • Camouflage
  • Collaboration
  • Event Horizon
  • Here
  • In Media Res
  • Intervention
  • Mediation
  • Re‑membering
  • Recitation
  • Resuscitation
  • Traum(a)
  • What I'm Thinking Today

PATTERNS AND THEMES

  • face scratchers
  • heel nippers
  • man-made
  • bottles
  • boxes
  • clocks
  • after Marker
  • after Warburg
  • atlas
  • handbook
  • manuals
  • …in plain sight
  • curiosities
  • after Sebald
  • dust
  • lost ideas
  • phantoms
  • day before the last day
  • ephemera
  • after Beuys
  • play
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