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Cy Twombly’s Leda; Úbeda

Cy Twombly’s Leda Everything goes haywire in a hail of black lines representing the various vibrating positions in time of Leda’s hips as she pumps up and down on the Swan like the motorcycle parked outside the gynecologist’s office; she leaves in her exhaust the solitary egg that looked to impact her; it will take […]

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