after the talk*,
they let us loose on the third floor
and gave us Brooklyn Pilsner
and a DJ playing Talking Heads.
That's Art Today.
No one wanted
to make eye contact.
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*(Doug Rickard and his conceptual project.
Clean, digital, rather joyless.
He's miles and years
away from his subjects.
He's not putting his hands in the chemicals.
And a stooge from Google
and a professor--I liked her;
she knew her stuff--and Eva,
one row ahead of me, sleeping.)
Clean, digital, rather joyless.
He's miles and years
away from his subjects.
He's not putting his hands in the chemicals.
And a stooge from Google
and a professor--I liked her;
she knew her stuff--and Eva,
one row ahead of me, sleeping.)
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