Abstract

Abstract:

This poem is an elegy for my friend and mentor Robert Pincus-Witten, who was an art critic and historian. It was inspired, in part, by an essay he and I worked on together about Yves Klein when I was 16, along with other memories I have about him—from exchanging emails to eating French fries.

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Additional Information

ISSN
2325-730X
Print ISSN
1046-3348
Pages
p. 130
Launched on MUSE
2019-03-19
Open Access
No
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