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bradford nolen

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Nude Descending

Science disgusts me .
As soon as it gets its mitts
on the narrative, it’s shit.
I’d have it rolled up
and carried to
in anonymous pits.
I’d say, Who used a chorus
of typewriters last? And also
Whenever the gasping rise up
in arias of armaments they
open and swoon, wounded
in their brandishing light
(See photograph, p 208
in Motherwell’s.)
After waking, lie
down upon razors or
with fleas in heat;
and bleet for more
mead. Then take me
I’m wet with
apparati and embers.
I’ll be ready to be
deceived by then,
by you and by

Fabrication note:
Cento Quilt Series. Unbordered applique block/icon. Primary material: Dada Painters and Poets: An Anthology, edited by Robert Motherwell. Technique: aleatory+syntactic tacking.

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