girls on the run 

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The thread ended up on the floor,
where all threads go.
It became a permanent thing, like silver:
Every time you polish it, a little goes away.
Then the ducks arrived, it was raining.
Such a lot of going around and doing!
Sometimes they were in sordid sexual situations;
at others, a smidgen of fun would intrude on our day
which is there to be intruded on, anyway.
Its value, to us, is incommensurate
with, let's say, the concept of duration, which kills,
as surely as a serpent hiding behind a stump.
Our phrase books began to feel useless‹for once
you have learned a language, what is there to do but forget it?
Each illustration changes us.
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JA

Labels: Descending a Staircase, Duchamp, John Ashbery, Mary Quant

Comments:

Very, very clever girl

# posted by  Anonymous : 7:33 PM

 

thank you anonymous [ I think ..]

# posted by  zoe tati : 6:14 PM

 

hi

How many are you?

# posted by  Anonymous : 10:51 AM

 

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