You know how in the future all the animals will be dead because of global warming or global climate change, and all our meat will be either human meat or meat grown in large vats? When all the animals will just be robots?
I want, when that happens, to replace the sound all the crickets make—all the crickets who live with me under my glass dome—to have their chirping sounds replaced with an endless loop of this recording of Aram Saroyan reading his poem “Crickets.”
If you are a person who can help me make this happen when the future arrives, please contact me now (giantblinditems at gmail dot com) so we can keep in touch. The future could sneak up on us.
Among my favorite works of minimalist art (the paintings of Agnes Martin, the sculptures of Donald Judd, the music of Steve Reich), there are the poems of Aram Saroyan. Follow this link to read some of his work.
Aram Saroyan pissed off Jesse Helms in seven letters. Clearly, he is an absolute good.
Funnily enough, on the subject of Minimalism, I don’t have much to say.