To resume again...

The Worst Perversion
S
TUART SCHNEIDERMAN

In His Bold Gaze My Ruin Is Writ Large
S
LAVOJ ZIZEK

The Right Man And The Wrong Woman
R
ENATA SALECL

Getting Daddy Do It for You
R
ENA GRANT

4/sometimes murder
C
HRIS TYSH

Understudy
G
EORGE TYSH

Interview with
Jane Hammond

Interview with
David Salle


























        

4/sometimes murder

 

Chris Tysh

...has yet to speak her lines. Machine Gun solo follows
patrons in the foyer of unsuspecting resemblance
with the previous decor. Something beautiful
remains alien: part breast, part evening
code. d fastens the latch shaped like a question mark,
too piqued to register the impression made upon her body
once thought a natural embodiment of vice, then
simply marred from its middle. It is decided
she will delete "on hands and knees" instead face
the audience parted from her by customary abyss,
the right to view a naked woman like a ford,
narrow crossing in the river they dream of at night.


In advance of the text the starter's gun, wooden word
amiss in the perishable supply of point-blank stares.



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