Folks may remember a post from some time back on finding pages of an old book at the side of the road and using some pages in an artwork on colonialism for the MASIL art auction.

Outdated words, outdated ideas, outdated book.

But any poet knows well words are being made new, used anew and renewed all the time and language learned.

Walking home this week, on the other side of the road, on another property, on another day… another section of the book has come to my hands.

What will become of this? I know it looks like rubbish but in my hands it’s possibility.