March Poem

The Large Glass replica Museet Moderna-crop

The Large Glass: The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even

 

Come to the glass naked,

look on, or through, or again at the bride.

But is she the one?

Shuffled, shaken out of the Green Box –

have you found her sister, or her sister’s sister?

 

Cheval mirror, full on, collecting angles,

machine space – nine bachelors whirling –

hung out to dry,

or click, click, click, whirring in procession,

to let her buy her groom off the peg,

choose their attributes (any shape so long as it is phallic),

sieve out the debris.

 

Toplight triad seeps a sage cloud to drip detonated detritus

and leave a space to sigh and look again.

We have been lead to the glass

by an under-cranked contrivance of appliance parts,

rotated in no particular order, unwired.

 

The Large Glass: The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even

Marcel Duchamp, 1913-23 (replica made 1991-92)

 

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