who wouldn't?
you might ask,
and i'd be flattered.
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but for those of you unfamiliar with ms. holzer's oeuvre,
she is a master wordsmith,
who puts her insight and wit about our culture,
into (normally) solid objects,
as if wit is trapped in bronze or stone.
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sometimes they are installations that project light,
sometimes they are cut into marble,
i, personally,
would kill for any of her work in bronze:
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you may notice i've been a long long time fan.
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recently, she has begun to twitter.
amazing.
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just sporadic bursts of art,
delivered to your account.
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she is the only person i follow on my mobile device,
and her words coming to me,
randomly,
suddenly,
have become startlingly prophetic.
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right when i was disappointed that someone i cared about was not living up to their end of the friendship, i received:
YOU CAN'T EXPECT PEOPLE TO BE SOMETHING THEY'RE NOT.
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fine.
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when at a consulting job,
where things were winding down and i was feeling a little redundant,
this poster was being hung behind me in a cubicle:
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and holzer txts me:
A STRONG SENSE OF DUTY IMPRISONS YOU.
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gee. thanks.
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when unreasonably angry last week:
MURDER HAS ITS SEXUAL SIDE
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uh. huh.
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when procrastinating about a difficult phone call:
BELIEVING IN REBIRTH IS THE SAME AS ADMITTING DEFEAT
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bitch.
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i'm beginning to think she's following me.
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