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8 “infra-mince” (code name for the smell of swishing swords or any subtle passage between auras of objects.) Duchamp: “One of my female friends under a masculine pseudonym, Richard Mutt, sent in a porcelain urinal as a sculpture; it was not at all indecent…” Good agents love attention as they hide in plain sight. Infrathin gives a pleasurable seam, for instance the coat rack nailed to the floor, called “trebuchet”—a pun on trebucher (to trip). Two penises emerge from the front of the flatworm like breasts. A cut, irrationally, doesn’t add up, though bachelor operations may. A joke marks physical displacement, a logical and artistic paradox like the bride- gear planning all along to be stripped. Chinese food shows up. We can’t know who sent it, but we think we’re intended. We leave it to some pigeons, though rats or moles find it first. Moving occupies two places at different times, so we think he is where he is not. Like a suitcase, motion is not a part of him, nor of anything. His “going somewhere” is more an infinite

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