A POEM BY LUCAS CARPENTER

          NODADATHING

          Cabaret Voltaire, Zurich



          Nothing helps.

          Nothing matters.

          Nothing remains.

          Nothing lasts.

          (Nothing more,

          Nothing less.)

          Nothing is free.

          Nothing is simple.

          Nothing is impossible.

          Nothing works.

          (Nothing ventured,

          Nothing gained.)

          Nothing happened.

          Nothing doing.

          Nothing for me.

          You?



                     --- Lucas Carpenter

          from his book  of poemsThe Way Things Go

kurt schwitters

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