Lucas Samaras

Photo-Transformation, October 31, 1973


"LET THEM EVANESCE, THESE SWIRLING ASSOCIATIONS WITH ONLY PETITE VARIATIONS AND EFFETE MALLEABILITY, FOR A FEW PERCHED NERVOUSLESS MINUTES WHILE I TAKE A BRAIN BREATH, DON'T TOUCH MY THINKING OR IT WILL BECOME A GREASE-SOAKED TIREDNESS," SAID WAITINGMAN TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR OTHER THAN HIMSELF, SITTING FIDGETLESS WITH A TYPEWRITER BETWEEN HIS THIGHS WAITING DESPERATELY BUT POLITELY FOR A SPECK OF EMOTIONAL INTELLECTUAL ELECTRIC SHOCK TO FIND ITSELF IMPALED YET PALSIEDLY ACTIVE ON THE SPOTLESS TOILET-CLEAN YIELDING TYPEWRITER PAPER. TO SAY IT ISN'T THE FIRST TIME THAT HE SAW HIMSELF DUMB SQUAT DOWN NOT BEING ABLE TO SORT OUT A WISE COMBINATION CONFRONTATION OF WORDS FROM HIS DRIPPING SPONGE MIND WOULD BE PUTTING IT IN ITS MILD MONOTONOUS REDUNDANT PERSPIRING PERSPECTIVE.