Monday, 13 July 2009

Who will ever do anything better than that propeller?


upon his return to paris , he was, in essence, no longer a practicing artist. instead, he played chess which he studied for the rest of his life to the exclusion of most other activities.


he then cut three wood slats into shapes of a hull - and put all the dance steps into a croquet box - the moon was obedient to a hundred million a hit - part of a book on classical mechanics- who will ever do anything better than that propeller? these forays of demoralization, which were also forays of witticism and clownery ... he varnished them into place on the blue-black canvas strips and attached them to glass - earth grew a coffee coloured cliff face behind it - when the vegetable man came and towed it down the coast of other dreams

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