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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 fires 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 your trick gnosis.







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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