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181 It Kept on Burning Installation / Occupation Philip Metres —after Vera Tamari 1. there was a time you couldn’t paint red white green or black could be a flag imagine you couldn’t paint poppies or watermelon now you can paint all you want & yet this state of uncertainty will the doors hold out can you leave your house can you walk around this occupation when the tanks come crack down drive the sidewalks for fun for weeks all these smashed cars lining the city streets my friend’s red Beetle flipped over its legs in the air so in a field we paved a road to nowhere & placed the crushed in a column as if in a rush hour line of traffic we had an opening at our piece a huge party on our road & then walked home 2. before dawn a column of Merkavas came back my house was opposite the field & I could see the tanks pull up & yield two heads emerged from turrets trying to read 182 A Face to Meet the Faces the scene then went back inside the hatch & ran over the exhibit over & over again backwards and forwards then shelled it & for good measure christened it with piss I caught it all on video this metamorphosis of the piece there’s the story of Duchamp once the workmen installing his exhibit dropped a crate of paintings the floor shattering the glass Duchamp ran over thrilled now he said now it is complete ...

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