"Art: you know it when you see it, etc. I knew it as I knew I’d know it when we stepped into the Made in Heaven room. What a richness of embarrassment. What a feat of love. Both utterly passé and ninety per cent impossible to imagine anyone having the guts to do that now. Look at that pair—Koons and Cicciolina, Cicciolina and Koons—and tell me they didn’t want to die in each other’s genitals. It’s so goddamn tender. How does something look both like the first time and the last time. That fourth dimension, the fissure of the instant, which Clarice Lispector spent her writing life trying to get inside."
Sarah Nicole Prickett, Hot Mail: Wantin’ Abandon