Wednesday, March 30, 2005

BRIEF INTERVIEW WITH SCULPTURE AT THE WHITNEY MUSEUM OF AMERICAN ART

Q) Do you read the bible?

A) I am a part of something pushed
Further and further into the amnesiac
Conclusions of god.

Q) Sounds pretty serious.

A) Not as serious as the something
Pushing. I find it mostly
Preposterous, like a sudden
Clumsy moment stretched
Out for hundreds
Of years, maybe
Thousands, I don’t know, a number.
A thing that far eclipses
The natural
Span of a human being.

Q) So this is about nature, then?

A) You just asked two questions.

Q) So this is about nature?

A) That wouldn’t be terribly untrue, though
Terror is natural enough. And terror
May be true, truth
Often striking
A terrific note. This is
About the failure
Of truth, which masquerades
Cowardly in the guise
Of nature. There is no truth
In fucking, in dying. Truth’s greatest
Failure is that it succeeds.

Q) And for whom does it succeed?

A) I don’t know, women
Advertising pumps? Children
Wailing like tranquilized
Catamounts? If it is succeeding
For you, you
Should dye your hair
And have your fingerprints
Removed. This interview
Is fucking over.

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