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2002-10-03
Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven (b. Elsa Hildegard Plötz)
B. ?.1885 Swinemünde, Germany / D. 12.14.1927 Paris
Homicide / Practical Joke
Stand long enough at the sink doing dishes, a mantra suggests itself.
I am making progress.
Rinse and load enough cat food spoons into the dishwasher, you start repeating it aloud.
I am making progress. I am making
If you’ve spent long enough around artists,
While moving from one point to another
or enough art galleries,
with the materials at hand
you’re bound to think “Oooh—put it in a text-based installation piece!”
I am making progress.
It’s very exciting until you realize, Are you awake enough? With all those MFA chick mills out there, this one must have been done.
I am making progress.
For whom, and when, was it last enough to say “I am making progress” for cheer to rise, unblemished by self-mockery or political despair? You wonder.
I am making progress.
Could be—probably is, such souls are still out there, self-motivating at sinks by the million, perhaps; only sheltered enough from contemporary art to be unbothered by the reflexive tics its echoes engender
“Every day in every way”
and trigger, too.
I am making progress.
But it’s enough for you, Miss Cusp, to fish a stray demitasse spoon off a dishwasher floor for every speck of beneficial mojo to be swiped from the phrase. You leave only the syllables standing.
Again.
Consolation Site: Pour Michel, finally!