Marcel Duchamp

I saw within the shadows of the porcelain parabola

The sweetly contoured edges of the ancient Virgin Mary

Was I wrong to hang it up here, was I wrong to let them see?

This work had always been here, we were given it for free

By the by, we’re wholly original

By the by, the whole world is beautiful

By the by, your history’s invincible

By the by, we’ll break out of these cubicles

By the by, we’re all indestructible

By the by, paint flowers or a bicycle

By the by, our minds are like a crucible

By the by, we’ll never be unusable

Within the wires of a leg of one vehicle

In my mind I could feel movement in its unrelenting stasis

Was I wrong to hang it up here, was I wrong to let them see?

This work had always been here, we were given it for free

By the by, we’re wholly original

By the by, the whole world is beautiful

By the by, your history’s invincible

By the by, we’ll break out of these cubicles

By the by, we’re all indestructible

By the by, paint flowers or a bicycle

By the by, our minds are like a crucible

By the by, we’ll never be unusable