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INTRODUCTION
This is the tenth issue of “Can Boreal,” a pamphlet devotedto Visual poetry, Concrete poetry, Asemic poetry, abstractdraws, Leerism, Experimental poetry, orthodox poetry,altered texts, prose, collages… And anything else I mightfeel like enclosing in an unsuspected future.“Can Boreal” is an anagram of “Barcelona,” the city whereI live (survive). It means “dog from the north.” “Dog” isanagram of “God.” There is no God, but plenty of straydogs. Or so is what I think.Dogs are poec. Men are poec. Life, in general, is poec.Tragically. Art is a way to kill me. A sort of prevenvemurder, if you want, as me will take its revenge upon usand we will not leave this planet alive.Poetry shows a desperate aachment to life. A lovefor life. So, killing me while making poetry (or “art” ingeneral) is one of those things rather difficult to explainin a raonal way. From a distance, it might appear to belike the howling of the wolves to the full moon. One couldsay: “Stop howling and enjoy life!” But, I guess it is notthat simple.This issue is devoted to photography.I just want to thank Mike Dickau, Kazunori Murakami,Derek Pell, Tom Nelson, Jessy Kendall and Darlene Altschulfor joining me in this photography-project. We all hopethat the recipients of this new issue of 
Can Boreal 
willenjoy the arsc stuff.For the eding of this issue, I counted on the invaluablehelp of Darlene Altschul.John MountainSeptember 2010
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