Attempting Integration, Duchamp Descends to the Killing Floor
by Gary Hardaway
Despite sophisticated apparatus- brain,
eyes, nostrils, ears, tongues, and nerve ends-
we apprehend the world in choppy stop-frames,
binary sequences of yeses and nos
smoothed by acts of faith and probability.
Slice the moment into
free body diagrams
of elegant simplicity,
frozen notions of the fall
through gravity's insistent curve.
The limits define us. We succumb
to bloody banalities. Whack another cow.
Chop it into constituent steaks and
standing rib roasts time devours.
"Whack another cow."
Absolutely!
"Chop it into constituent steaks and / standing rib roasts time devours."
Will do!
Good poem, Gary. Enjoyed.
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Such a cynic! Like much, though.*
Thanks, JP.
Bill, I appreciate your reading and enjoyment of this.
A great piece of writing, Gary.
"Slice the moment into
free body diagrams
of elegant simplicity"
Well done. *
Thank you very much, Sam.
Realistic, artistic, not overly pessimistic: I like.
"gravity's insistent curve"
Strangely evocative.
reminds me of the footage of the abattoir at la villette (north eastern paris, top of the 19th) that the surrealists thought so cool, as if the sequence of nudes descending a staircase have been cross-cut with slices of it. which is a neat juxtaposition. well played.
Thanks very much for responding, J. Mykell and Stephen. The surrealists and Dadaists could be exquisitely vicious and insightful. Hindsight perhaps will show me what the guerilla artists were doing during this era.
Well put. When 'the limits define us', we may as well be the cows, lining up to chew on our own senses.
Thanks for reading and commenting, David.
The nude descends the staircase 24 steaks per second, down to a bluesy bloody site way east of eden.
Gotta love the cinematic references... Thanks, James.