Duchamp Poems - Poems about Duchamp

it's how we cast shadows our scattered pieces that stick in your throat or mellow you out on inhalation but tell me, how gently will you hold me - now I'm laid bare? I don't know anymore if I'm held together just by your glance or the fact you deem I have value I'd surely fall apart in anyone...

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secured in place upon painted seat spokes crisscross at its heart neither useful positioned to gain dismissed attention the 'art', of course, is a parody of itself named a 'readymade' a concept - to make you think we all need that as we run without rims upended we are not a concept built all...

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a nihilistic hobby horse in a sense of outrage in hysterical fragments           of time of  multiple    manifestations in the incoherent                   moving in  a condensed           cadence of  rhythmic                           random        harmony  transfixed in   a lateral       displacement           embodied in still   life   struggling to                move  guile...

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we’re in France fantasy France good ball I like France hand wobble your the champ I’m your Caddy good ball It’s DuChamp Cause we’re in France Call me Caddy DuChamp….....

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fragments of time multiple manifestations moving a condensed cadence of ...

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How to take a leak Marcel felt quite an urge when he set out to purge understanding of how to when we view misconceptions of who is taking the piss now never thereafter and then A fountain trickling urinal porcelain pissoir on display impressed me no doubt in treacherous confusion of images since relief in museums constitutes phallic sin When...

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porcelain has a sensation - But that doormat is septic!...

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