Sweat, Poetics in the Process

Sweat, poetics in the process is art as in the individual is everything

as in the word ‘art’ is like the word ‘god’ or ‘sweat’ or ‘ocean’ or ‘river’

as in the droplets are Is indefinitely and I mean forever.

Breton lost the letters in a flood, along with the lithographs with tremendous commercial potential,  
but duchamp knew his own deserving nation, happy to have been repainted, would have to wed.  
Duchamp mined some beautiful legend blood.  Duchamp put them all to bed.

So our face maps project our bodies in stead.

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