WHILE SPRING CLEANING a few weeks ago, I came across Jian Ghomeshi’s memoir 1982. I wondered whether to throw it away or mine it. I’m a found poet, so I chose the latter.
These words are Jian Ghomeshi’s from 1982. I used a highlighter as I went through the book to make it easier for cutting.
Taken out of context and reframed, Ghomeshi's language is an indictment no court can acquit.
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