The Large Glass has far too many occlusions. That is one path toward a dismissive view of Duchamp.
Crispin Trove, The Viewer as Pest.
There is no route to modernity more direct than that offered by the Pop Music.
Hunter Hogarth, Raised by Wolves.
“Perhaps he was just in a strangling mood that day, Sergeant. Isn’t that possible?”
Heywood Wakefield, The Humdrum Demon.
She was charming, in that way of almost being something.
Stoke Twombly, The Tragedians.
“He was an architect,” quipped Basil. “Enough said.”
Chase Tipton, Enjoying Prison Pizza.
“Watch over me Jane, will you?” prayed Danny. “But please don’t look too close.”
Stacie Knotts, Crazy Days.
From the back row came a slightly sing-song voice. “Perhaps the physicist should perform better experiments. And think more clearly. But, of course, not if that would inconvenience him.”
Edward Valerian, The Empire Is Maintained.
What is the role of space in the physical world? Is space material?
Gilbert Ravening, The Phantom of Mechanical Consistency.
[Western Civilization] has abandoned the spiritual, and replaced it with the sexual.
Titus Musgrave, The Mystery of Sleep.
Dick Clark made you.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
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