From: Songs of The Bride, The Hague satyres.
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All is in flux!
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All is in flux.
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Nothing completed.
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All that is deemed ugly
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is presently pretty.
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What Time did assemble
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is dissolved once again.
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Procedures once smoothly
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are executed badly.
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Expansion and adjustment
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are needed
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to give birth to creation and
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to appeal to the imagination!
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The Large Glass for example
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as designed by Marcel Duchamp
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is a Monument to Incompletenes:
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In the Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even
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one Bachelor is missing,
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as is The Boxing Match.
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And the Terrain with the Drips and the Splashes
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planned somewhere in the lower right
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cannot be located.
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Nevertheless the Bridal System coexisted
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with the Bachelors Apparatus
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-each in separate panel-
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in felicitous harmony:
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Their parts attuned to one another
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their sparkling rays converged
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from both sides in sympathy.
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It was the Bride in the Upper Section of the Glass
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who with her Inscriptions gave the Sign
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where upon the Bachelors filled their forms
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with Illuminating Gas,
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so that they could transform into vertical
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the horizontal movement of the lamenting Chariot.
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Their trials and tests
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were overcome with grace.
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Their courtesy exemplary.
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-After all their uniforms were filled
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with the finest matter!-
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They testified -by chanting loudly-
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that it was the Bride who led the way,
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that it was she who gave them inspiration.
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The chanting from the Chariot was
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monotonous, but genuine,
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grinding their own chocolate
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politely awaiting their own color!
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But at the turn of this century
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it must be said and it must be sung
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Where have all the Good Times gone
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and the Good Times they are changing.
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The song of the Bride and
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the song of the Bachelors Machine
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-by being in contrast-
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were in harmony with each other.
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But it is as if their songs
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no longer fit together,
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as if they sound off-key!
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The Bride has adjusted to modern times:
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her undulating movements
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has been transformed into zeros and ones
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which she then translates with machines
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attached to her body.
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Her horizon has moved forward,
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she possesses a Speaker now.
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And when she moves too far
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from her satellite
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she picks up her backpack-missile to
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relaunch herself to her station.
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But the Bachelors have not kept up with her:
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their memory is less vast
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their calculations not as fast
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their lenses too concave too convex
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their hearing not acute
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their accounting too slow
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their satellite dishes too narrow
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they seem unable to receive her voice.
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The Bride and the Bachelors are splitting up!
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The Bride this evening will announce
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the how and why.
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So stay tuned.
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And listen......
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