Marcel Duchamp
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Marcel Duchamp
Thoughts form-nations
Pardon our Appearance
Blissful torrential existence
till the head, nothing but respect
Lips
Now Then
Rothko
you(re) go(ne)
tongue
I eat I eat I eat
I eat my boredom sweet
I toss the lack of feast
there lies my need to eat
folds
we float like kites on the coast
we fold
dark and colds
the geometry of the inconceivable form
freshness of the mind
I sleep today
my head
feels
fresh
I put on deodorant
my pits as well
(tiresome tries)
tired tired
so very terribly tired
too tired to do anything about it
thats the kind of tired worth talking about
mentioning
lets hope our tiredness be a fruit of something
lets
hope
we stayed up all night to eat ice-si-kels
“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for awhile? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it that no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise" - Jack
like the beat against the wind, flawless as it sits,
yet to materialize
Evening, Times? nah i'll take the Post
tell me you'll be there, where the brisk means nothing and path hears same,
lie to me "this is the life for we"
the unmistakably daring mid 10-seventeen, when morning comes with scornful yawn, away a walk you(re) go(ne)
Exercise
go to the top, reach for the pole round about twice,
again,
drop down
thirty to the floor
with the filth in stove
till the hum in your ear makes you fall