words_between_the_words raze they were old friends. not old in themselves, but old in their friendship. old in what they'd made together. they wrote spanish words on the endpapers of a book. what looked like an author's inscription in two parts, separated by spine and white space, doubled in length when translated into english and became accidental poetry helmed by two different people, meant for the audience of each other. the book itself wasn't for reading. it was about the words between the words. 140125 what's it to you? who go blather from