A stubbed toe becomes a poet, one good line is a soulmate,
money picks neo-purpose that agrees with it,
memorized texts stand at podiums.
Fear acceptable when it produces results.
Lies that overwhelm reason adored.
The unused unconditionally unsure
too care too slow
leapt from windows high,
the same day all the bees died.
Notice anything missing?
You don’t mind the absence.
Artificial sugar fills me up the same.
Does it not?
You won’t hurt now,
Now, or won’t care later.
Wolfgang Weingart, Das Kotzenbuch (The Vomitbook), 1970–1972. Letterpress, manual type-setting, Museum für Gestaltung Zürich, Graphic Collection, photo: U. Romito, © ZHdK
Upcoming exhibition: Weingart Typografie 5 May - 28 Sept 2014