IT'S NOT LIKE THIS
Early morning, say 10am, and
all those people lined up again.
To enter the Whitney. To see
the cigar geeks and that Calder
Mobile. Static profusion and
event-non-event.
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I stand by the potted willow
just watching while the 9-year
old girls buy crayons and the
school-bus kids enter in lines.
Art History to the right and
Art Futures to the left.
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All that art-store sublimation
can take them to the stars, while
their futures are carpeted stairways
of gleaming metallic. Chuck Close
gets pushed by in his wheelchair
of bliss. I stand aside, to watch
all of this, though it's not really
this at all.
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