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The Notebooks Of Jean-Michel Basquiat | Friday Pick

There’s a roughshod literary appeal here, a kind of brut poetry, spelling mistakes and all, that is analogous to the urbane primitivism of Basquiat’s art.

Sarah Wetzel

I cut out the man. / I glue his body / and the bloody sweater // into the scene I’ve sketched

John McCullough

And so I find myself stuck in the wrong century / like Peale, probing swampland for bones, / reassembling skeletons and stepping inside.

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