“I Hope I’m Not Here Next Year,” from 1970, begins: “I’ll say / the one nice thing about that apartment / was how my desk was / Desk? / Shit it was an orange crate / But right in front of a window / in a stream of / dazzling 3 o’clock light.”
Poems by Alice Notley from the New Yorker.
Link: The New Yorker : critics : briefly.
Above, still from Pipilotti Rist, "Sunrise In The Land Of The Setting Sun.:
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