In the 1990s I found an accountant's ledge in a basement puddle at a friend's apt. on Wabash in Toronto.
Over 6 years, I filled it with typographic visual poetry. I eventually termed these works "plough-ems" in reference (or reverence) to the ploughed fields of the priaries where the lines of the earth twist like text released from linearity.
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