At the Duchamp Exhibit

I visited Philly over the weekend (a foggy Friday with tolling bells and a sunny brisk Saturday) and had wonderful walks through the Old City and out the parkway to the art museum where I recited (on the steps) a poem I wrote there in 1973 while attending the Duchamp Exhibit, the first time his peephole Étant donnés was being shown to the public. Most of Duchamp’s work is at the museum. He liked Philly and had patrons here. The Philadelphia Museum of Art has wonderful stuff and the Schuylkill is flowing right behind it. Take a walk. Visit when you can. You won’t be disappointed.



At the Duchamp Exhibit

I don’t want to only come
look at what’s accomplished
and already done
but end all words
all objects inanimate, nailed and hung
in the eyes of anyone
without game or shameful need
write the last poem, Me
Then nothing more
I’ll simply leave
unnoticed among the canvases
the peephole where the cunt is
with a waterfall and lantern.


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