I want someone to invent <br />a coffee table book that <br />rapidly deteriorates and <br />transforms itself into something else, <br />so that the owner of <br />the $85 book on America’s Cowboys – <br />with silver gelatin prints of classically <br />rugged white guys in impractical-yet-hopelessly <br />traditional cowboy hats – will awaken one morning to <br />find the book transformed into <br />an authentic pile of horseshit sitting <br />on his artsy coffee table, with the track lights <br />repositioned to illuminate the <br />pile like it’s the star of the rodeo<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cowboys/
