Kenneth Goldsmith is a conceptual poet, a literary trickster whose books are found art of a sort. He mines the mundane.
One of his volumes, “Soliloquy” (2001), consists of every word he spoke for a week. Another, “The Weather” (2005), compiled a year’s worth of weather bulletins from 1010 WINS, the all-news radio station in New York. Yet another, “Day” (2003), is a faithful transcription of each sentence printed in The New York Times on Sept. 1, 2000.
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