Description This poem is printed on the poster:Seventy-Five Jackson Street(C) Stone Riley 2011Seventy-Five Jackson Street in Worcester Massachusetts is an old empty red brick factory like countless thousands of others in New England in our time. But more particular, it's one of several city blocks of them that I drive among while delivering a child my lovely young granddaughter to her school most mornings. All these abandoned red brick mills, each one of them, in city blocks or standing in the countryside, small or large, so imperious with their profound squareness so many myriad of red flat bricks all in Pythagorean vertical flat planes and so astonishing with their transcendental emptiness habitation now for long gone souls now passed to elsewhere who in other time labor here daily, living lives like mine inside that place while I pass by or sometimes stop to stare they fill me with strange emotions. These are such human things. They are so still and old and yet as life forever must be hope I see each one to be an ancient womb.