By: Lucy Sante
Feeling was her super-power.
Not one of these books by pseudo-Americans has ever been translated into English.
Warhol never shot WALT WHITMAN
Now to gather under the banner of the capybara.
His affect suggests a considerable amount of ratiocination.
Even then I knew that cats are natural con artists.
What got me especially, though, was how much the image made me think of Jean-Michel Basquiat.
What would go on a night sky? Stars? A Montgomery Ward catalog answered: mattresses.
A particularly poisoned greeting card.…
I was merely the vessel for their dirty impulses.
A failed magazine for failed juvenile delinquents…
I could call it my homage to the Weimar Republic.
It was like all the music we were listening to then compressed into a pill.
The ledger, for reasons of its own, just ordered me to start making collages again…
“Covers for a Series of Paperbacks, Moscow 1923”