but a reduction to vision fails by the assumption that vision is distinct from other perceptual and bodily modes,” the artist countered the critic and his lonely our.
The critic seemed to say, fine, but text on the page is still something you see.
That’s not my problem, it’s all secondary! the artist wanted to scream, but the press agent and arts commissioner lurked beyond a glass partition. She understood that government funding didn’t prefer women who yell.
“Do you talk even when you fuck?” the artist asked in a low voice she hoped growly, and the critic moved his hand in a way that suggested he’d liked show her.
