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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. . .Progress. 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!
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