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Art Reality Freshly Preserved, Produced and Tinned in Milan, May 1961

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hung in the shadows
on the western wall
emerald cone boasting corona
of dipped lunatic cotton fails
serially with each attempt
(once every three minutes)
to intellect through short
dire sentences despite being broken into
labium labrum maxillae and mandible
the discourse remains functional
powered up and spread warm butter like the sun
like the museum’s most popular gallery
quantitatively as the reader fails
to consider commerce here the radical mage conjures
a million jerry saltzs dehydrate mutants
no geiger counter for this
kind of subjective observation
through a starbucks window
clearly the majority look onward and upward
while elements class traitors sift
form from function and some nonzero number
of postdocs see a leg and writhe in pain and some
nonzero number of highly marketable postdocs see a shark
skin wallet and movement becomes impossible
consider minus zero as a vector of possibility

a long time ago lived a lengthy brass ladder
known for lying who unscrewed
an exit sign named piero manzoni
the ladder was high as fuck and craved a little zappo
critical discourse emerged simultaneously from the academic journals
commonly read by building inspectors
widely known to be bad men damp
men with all sorts of wicked contradictions hammers
hardhats marshmallows cargo shorts and bibles held
to account hauled up by their judith butler-lookin lobes
tonight is the night it is impossible to judge these men
at this hour but long ago judges went unmoored
a mythological tap of little sausages enticing a blue arc
back then everything was faked
everything was cheated an ounce or two everything
surreptitiously observed and tweaked
their values modified until reality
felt just about right

without transubstantiation of the aphid
this reality slithers from open space to open source
its brand much improved especially popular
among college educated white liberals aged 18-24
who earn each rostrum feeds then snaps predictably
with a super majority obeying basic digital commands
retweet unfollow promote accept all
the role of the curator has changed
for the wurst since wuhan

impish discursive corona dip
thineself ankle deep
into serious intellect
unbreak your reader
fall from function
into a nonzero bouquet of legs
move only when movement becomes impossible

my love
uploaded virus
unlocked door
can of the artist’s shit
save my planet
one salsiccia at a time

Contains a modified line boosted from VFX artist Matthew Wilde in Simone de Rochefort’s article “Why the bottles in Half-Life: Alyx look so dang good,” published Jan 6, 2021, on Polygon.

The Great American Rebrand

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“an advert for the lightning that fills one’s body”

taos taupe on the meaningless wall an advert
for the effortless lightning that fills one’s body
1960s if i had to guess

masked up against the russian nike strife force
members of which giddily violate
the agreed upon terms of the hue and colorway

sapphire mayan air force marine corps
dozens of dead children some tourists
note i’m still not willing to count peaks

around the mountains of fin-de-siècle literature
dropped from the eradicating chlorosis
could be your ear to the ground

for the right exporter
cheap-as-dirt materials
dog-cheap labor

a skillful color field
beside cotton romance
this standing next to you

a million-dollar gradient
meaning returns
as the temperature rises

safe and dry in the suburbs
where no one can wring you out
and survival is an abatement for wellness

CAULK

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 882

it’s about time for the art market to be subject to regulation à la the sec

for art’s part
of the world
because otherwise we would
because otherwise
thee becauses the becausing world

rauschenberg’s dilemma: what to do with this angora goat

art’s about time
its an angora goat
she retains that
to rebuff historical value
naf naf naf

she retains these things as a means of escape a way out of her images of the world because otherwise we would stay there forever fixed like the fly waiting for its annihilation

mechanisms of proven
porcelain sculpture fait d’hiver
fixed like this part of historical value
martyrs angora goat
she retains the virgin

i ate some of that
the art’s part
a me now

porcelain sculpture
fait d’hiver which is porcelain
sculpture for french fashion brand major
museums the fly waits
for contemporary nothing

a place with a scope lying somewhere between grassroots alternative spaces for contemporary art and major museums that show only artists of proven historical value

for the artists of proven historical value
martyrs annihilation a bank holiday
of his bank out time for its annihilation
i ate some escape
a way of these porcelain scriptures fait d’hiver

martyrs and warriors of last summer’s coup

which is porcelain
fait d’hiver which is sculpture for thieves
we world among because otherwise we fashion
major museums art
about time for its annihilation

no artwork nothing-day of the virgin a bank holiday took the plates

out of the virgin a bank
out of time for the fly
waiting for someone to love last summer
a coup no artwork nothing some
the virgin of the virgin à la the thing’s mechanism

framing mechanisms of things

of the virgin à la the fly
waiting for 1980
advertisements of the virgin world
because otherwise we fix
like a thing means to means

the most expensive living female

dilemma: what to make of gathered porcelain
alternative spaces forever against porcelain
fixed things the most expensive living female
jeff koons eats the angora goat
she retains the virgin à la one final bank holiday
virginity and banality frame the day

jeff koons has been found guilty of plagiarising a 1980s advertising campaign for french fashion brand naf naf to make his porcelain sculpture fait d’hiver which is part of his banality series

Sources:

Never Say Seems To Be

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In promotional materials,
as in any great poem,
never say seems to be.

Of the White Whale estimating
to the EPA for individual states
draft the rising tide
plunge California into returns
promiscuous and staunch critics—
climb into the climate disaster within.

Little didactic poet,
sit up straight, don’t
say swift accountant.

Onto climate we could plunge California
and more than 30 percent of the EPA
for the next 25 degrees worth of years, she states
—America.
A plan to standardize individuals from the White Whale
estimate the plunge California return
into a climate of
returning plans.

An invisible hand
pulls the black card across the monitor
jerky flaws revealing bandwidth like fingers.

Say fallible;
say the young woman breeds art;
say merry-go-round at dusk.

Treacle children tear military aircraft
boom over the dusky horizon
tears in their eyes.

Holding Myself Accountable (after Alison Knowles’ ‘Identical Lunch’)

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five thousand dollar camera
         fixed in a tripod
same location every morning
ten years one photo

federal regulations
prohibit hanging
banners from the monument

a woman's long thin
fingers kneading eggs
into soft yellow clay

experience points
earned for being
mean to my readers

atmosphere of crime
try not to think of the poem
gasoline heat of torches

i hope
to level up
soon please god

Alison Knowles at MoMA in 2011/Robert Caplin for The New York Times

Daffy Duck and Don Draper Explore Post-Coital Dysphoria

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 589

“People tell me I think too much, but I don’t see how that is possible, unless of course it is either in the middle of sex or at the apex of a high-speed turn.” Melissa Holbrook Pierson

"Every animal is sad after coitus 
except the human female and the rooster."
   Galen of Pergamon

this is not the first time we've sweat: 
at the dark tower there were two of us, 
intellectual properties conflated under moonlight.

not     the author      the        author does not
      control the crumbs                   it's easy     to think: 
every      poem written     is an hour       wasted 
not       control the author sculpts the first time   we've met       
it's only me fishing some thoughts:           every poem written       
is an hour wasted       not the       author does not control the author          
does           not the   reader       the reader the      author                 
the king         something some thinking: every poem written 
is an       hour wasted      do not control the stone           
the author           the author                the author does 
not doing for the stone the bread crumbs       it's easy 
to think: every poem written is   an hour wasted          
not doing   something    about it              
celebrations outstanding     
something worth thinking:      every poem          written 
is an hour wasted   not the         crumbling king 
it's easy to think: every poem written      is an hour wasted 
control the author      the author does          not ink: every poem written 
is       an hour       wasted         do not        control the author   the king         
about it       celebrations outstanding          
it's only me fishing bread           crumbs it's easy to         think: 
every poem written is an hour wasted not the author    
does not the author does not          control the         reader 
the bread crumbs     they're only me     fishing for some thinking: 
every poem written is an hour wasted    not       eating bread crumbs     
it's easy to think:       every         poem written     is          an hour         wasted        
not the author sculpting the author the crumbs of every poem written     
an hour wasted not              controling   the reader not       controling the king 
some thinking is in order: every poem written is an hour controlled 
king something: writing the    author           the author does read crumbs       
it's    only me      fishing           for celebrations outstanding 
some wasted thinking:       every poem is       the author 
the author sculpts the author sculpts the author does not make the king think: 
every     poem written   is an hour wasted         not        
the king of dirt           sunday a dapper       don man         will appear  
don man will dapper  don     man will appear don man will       
dapper don man       will will will 
man appear dapper    don man will nape of
dapper don man

Wikipedia Poem, No. 327

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After James Schuyler, lilac dandelion curve sublime moment trench coat gorilla

 

itself any red
utt when readymade
which it is not

clear bottles whether lhooq
citation needed names
r mutter means poverty

poetry peace possibility
or french much like eut été
in mind of the r

mutts
are difficult to pin
down precisely

it is a play on itself
and in the mind of capital
and utt rm and lowercase means

poverty poetry
peace possibility
or french much like eut été in mind

the scatological golden calf
the fountain
itself any lowercase letters

mean
poverty
poetry peace possibility or

freytag-loringhoven in french
making if any
richard in

german armut
meaning the
beautiful cedarn fountain itself and the urinal

itself any and also on itself
any lowercase letter means poverty
poetry peace possibility

although
duchamp’s lhooq citation of the famous
commercial origins and also

on its commercial origins
and lowercase letters
meaning if we

separate the meaning
poverty poetry peace possibility
from lhooq citation needed

name r mutt rn and in german in general
armut meaning any if any lowercase
letters meaning poverty poetry peace possibly

meandering ur-mutt and jeff
making levi another if and jeff
meaning rs mutter meaning if

Wikipedia Poem, No. 130

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“The street has swallowed itself into border.” Kush Thompson


thought died he said he bought 
a stay stayed close to tie us together 
and other darkness and stripes 

in the new museum of wood tin
and around the subject of sculpture 
when every person who sevens 

is looking for William Merritt who chases 
stars and reassembles the canvas with painting 
retrospective of hard truths museum of sculpture 

lost cows the tablewidth watermelon was a guide 
for exhibition of sculpture lost century in the piece 
and help the darkness when every person who sevens 

was through their white bought start 
on a picture when theyI get a work 
of sculpture when every person was a man 

leads into a major exhibition tie us together 
other other other and the piece around 
the shredded traveling retrospective hard truths

the museum of Iraq he shredded painted major 
every person was a celebration Thornton Dial 
told the tablewidth watermelon to guide him

for exhibitions of fine art and around the 
darkness of a large exhibition of sculpture 
when I get a work in the new museum of 

then I get a work of sculpture lost cows 
the darkness of sculpture lost in the American folk 
and in the time of sculpture lost through 

every person was a guide now 
with watermelon whole of southern lot 
other other commented simultaneously 

at the tablewidth watermelon who sevens
like a bunch of art modernly shredded 
a major exhibition of sculpture with several cows 

that he shredded a man 
lead in the century in California 
in the tablewidth watermelon 

a celebration of sculpture in new museum 
of wood of tin of soil of a large exhibition 
presented on a spit up ahead in whole of 

fine art and around the darkness of art and 
help the shredded closeness to tie us together 
comme des crainte of the piece and the painting 

stars and their which was through every person 
who is like a world Mr Dial told Mr Dial image 
from a bright start of contemporary art 

soil in the shredded closeness to tie us together’n 
cooking setting setting hard retrospective truth
the museum of the tablewidth watermelon 

a whole lot of sculpture lost cows that he shredded 
n’a car seat n’around the time of grapes 
in the new museum kind bisected and disastrous


Source: Grimes, William. “Thornton Dial, Outsider Artist Whose Work Told of Black Life, Dies at 87.” 
The New York Times, 27 Jan. 2016. Web. 28 Jan. 2016.