Boob?
Boob, Mama?
Baby Mama Boob.
Dada boob?
Nooooo.
Maggie eat?
Eat.
Maggie Mama boob eat.
Boob.
Mama Mama.
Dada.
Max.
Boob.
Nooooo.
Milk? Milk.
Max.
--Max Tillman
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Ode To A Boob (Composed At 4:15 a.m.)
(Editor's note: This is meant to be experienced as a performance piece. To fully appreciate it as the author intended, you must read it aloud, pronouncing 'boob' as 'boop', and ideally, you should have a couple of friends chanting, "Shh, close your eyes and go to sleep, Max" with slowly increasing desperation in the background throughout the piece.)
Boob?
Boob, Mama?
Baby Mama Boob.
Dada boob?
Nooooo.
Maggie eat?
Eat.
Maggie Mama boob eat.
Boob.
Mama Mama.
Dada.
Max.
Boob.
Nooooo.
Milk? Milk.
Max.
--Max Tillman
Boob?
Boob, Mama?
Baby Mama Boob.
Dada boob?
Nooooo.
Maggie eat?
Eat.
Maggie Mama boob eat.
Boob.
Mama Mama.
Dada.
Max.
Boob.
Nooooo.
Milk? Milk.
Max.
--Max Tillman
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This piece truly belongs in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art as a "living art" exhibit. It draws you in, includes audience participation and hits on that universal human need - sleep. Outstanding! Now, good-night. I think I need a nap.
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