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45 mad in manhattan Oh, to have lived in New York, in some coldwater dump, Mad for art in the days of Man Ray and Duchamp And the Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven! To have walked the trashy and elegant streets, to the studio Of the wild Picabia, and stared at his Shining Vagina And the Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven! To go slumming among the poets and the heroes of paint, to have Swooned at the feet of the avant-garde and the derriere Of the Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven! To have seen the cancelled stamps on her face and the soup can bra, Coal scoop for a hat and bustle with a taillight, all worn By the Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven! I was born for an age of mystery and genius and junk, not these years Of the frozen soul, but the reckless gaze, the crazy heart, And the Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven! ...

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