Odd to be posting again after a hiatus of some several years.
Not sure why I stopped - I just did - lapsed into the visual equivalent of silence.
About 10 years ago, I lapsed into poetic silence too. After 15 years of fanatical devotion to the reading and writing of poems, I simply stopped.
At the time, a friend of mine (fellow poet, co-founder of a micro-press which published beautiful little books of poetry) quoted artist Joseph Beuys: "The Silence of Marcel Duchamp is Overrated".
Has taken me 10 years to get it - but I do get it now - my silence was indeed overrated and I feel like shouting. Or at least whispering.
Once in a while you come across something so odd, so out of place, so juxtaposed, so contrapuntal, so paradoxical, so thesauric, you can only point at it and move on - a commentary would add nothing.
In this spirit of wonderment and open-mouthed astonishment, I give you "Spring Fashion Modeled by Rising Young Poets" - http://www.oprah.com/style/Spring-Fashion-Modeled-by-Rising-Young-Poets