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that painting that sold for $450,300,000
not even broadly accepted by names that are
named as being painted by a name that in that world of naming would merit such
a price
in this supposedly secular yet truly desperate age a painting of
christ
that impossible stop sign
take paint’s tea away and all that’s left is pain
the world makes sense
the gap between singularity and reproduction grows
as does the gap between technoscience and
death
isn’t the gap death?
then what’s on the other side of technoscience?
isn’t it technoscience?
technoscience on both sides?
maybe
yikes
even as all gaps become virtual
and fissioned into ostensible
indistinguishability
if i had bought the salvator dalí i’d use it as a toilet seat
cover
it’s salvador mundi
if i were a dalai dalliance i’d surf the world
waves play on tears of sand
next week the sick horses set sail for mars
the point is we could send africa on that
painting to wd 0137-349
but we don’t even know who bought it
misty beethoven
you know for sure?
next
week the sick horses set sail for mars
gather
their decay and grace, desert earth
but we
shall be here! – supreme and talking
palettes
of war the divine farce
