A. Hovel

Please visit my ongoing photo project:

THREE YEARS IN CHICAGO

in which I document my discovery that each neighborhood and suburb exists only at one time of the year

It's true! I have a bandcamp page:

I'm very interested in found text, found poetry, concrete poetry, sampling...

Would you believe I have printed

SEVERAL OF MY OWN COLLECTIONS?

HERE

is everything I have read in the modern era

(Mid-October 2016 to present)

More Than Ten of My Favorite Songs:

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I also like kanji

PARTING THOUGHT

A young man once, I don't know why
Of melancholy spleen did die
And was duly buried too.
Then along came a bel esprit
Whose belly was running rather free
As people's bellies sometimes do.
He sat down, as it wouldn't keep
On the grave, and left his little heap.
Benignly his muck he contemplated
Went his ways much alleviated
And musing to himself did say:
Poor fellow! a life spent amiss!
I'm sorry he has passed away.
If he'd only learnt to shit like this
He'd be alive today!

--Goethe