When the Human Race makes me happy…(race? what a weird word)
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Mstcel Duchamp Self-portrait with a Plucked Eye 1931
“I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.” Marcel Duchamp
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Cavalier May 1964
Rahsaan Roland Fucking Kirk!
bout time someone had Rahsaan up in hear (pun intended)
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I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum. I am incapable of determining ultimate worth or worthlessness; I have no judgment about myself and my life. There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions - not about anything, really. I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation or something I do not know.
