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lest we forget the malleability of the human body the seriousness of play/when I was small I pressed my face against the car window attempting

(Untitled (Glass on Body Imprints – Face), 1972)

thebody …………….lest we forget themalleability of thehuman body theseriousness of play
……..thebody ……..when I was small I pressed myface against thecar window attempting
..thebody …………..to dissolve theboundaries there is nothing more beautiful than
………..thebody …..thetransformation of thebody thebody responds to pressure
……..thebody …..tongue and lips leave theglass wet we are always leaving imprints
………..thebody
…………..thebodythebottom of myfeet on earth and on stone myfingertips on keys
thebody …………….pressing I am always pressing do we ever cease to be separate things
….thebody …………does theglass ever become yourface does thephotograph ever become yourbody
………..thebody …..do we ever cease to be human and when are we ever more than
thebody

 

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