Thursday, April 3rd, 2014
Note to Cindy Sherman
You don’t know you ever met me
years ago at school in Buffalo.
I, an edge-clinger:
art events, photo labs,
sleeping at Essex Street.
You gradually
building your vision
out of thrift shops,
makeup counters,
dumpster diving perhaps.
Creating not snapshots
but whole lifetimes
caught.
Long-form documentaries
in a single frame—
All your characters more alive
than I know how to be.
Gammelor Goodenow