secret pamphlet #5

Lucky for you,
this is a universe.



Last year I attended a lecture where someone declared collage dead.

Declaring things ‘dead’ is silly—and very 20th century.

Lucky for us, we live in the 21st century, when things can be alive and dead at the same time.

The century of the virus.

That is what dada stands for: dead or alive or dead or alive.

Why don’t people declare things ‘alive’? It seems like a much more interesting declaration.

As far as I know, the only person to declare anything alive was Dr. Frankenstein.

I predict that in the next 100 years we will radically change our notions about what ‘alive’ means.

For the record I am declaring everything in the universe alive, even collage, painting, sculpture, assemblage, cut-ups, cut-downs, reconstructions, alimentary-object ordering, filibuster decoupage, working with clay, revolving doors, squash, boxing, bagging, gift wrapping, flower deranging, garage band, word, words, flightless birds, seven forty sevens, orangutan painting, cat installations, walrus ceramics, elephant epics, direct speech, past tenses – especially the past perfect, ordinal numbers, pi, cake boxes, hat boxes, flat files, salvador dali pardon, inkwells, light wells, well wells, has beens, whodunits, science fiction, figment mixing, color wheels, charts, gay newspapers, alligators, evolution, as well as both horizontal and vertical stripes.


Happy New Year!