When I go to Berlin to perform
I only need a knapsack and these (points to arms)
And these (points to legs)
You don’t know me, or the possible effects of my words
You owe me fifty pounds
I have a passion I feel is degenerated by
Unwittingly being a part
Of your practise which is characterised by
“Independence and eclecticism” at least according to
The literature provided for visitors, or my customers.
Or are you my customer, or they yours?
I told David Steans I didn’t really like the work
Al Held said “All conceptual art
Is pointing at things” and Baldessari responded
Literally.
You do nothing if not point at things
But I missed my chance to point back
I probably don’t think your performative
Lecture Loose Associations
Is so hot
And News From Nowhere is a difficult book
So I read with a slouch
And talk to strangers about my big
And little political
Things. Which is interesting in
And of itself, after all
Utopian Modernism and Socialism
Are big political things.