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American Woman, a film that the artist herself called
Elliptic Ellipsoid. Tracy, Priss, and Evelyn had only a
second to find throw pillows to fall on before the
projector whirred and the Harfleur logos (a nude female
corpse hanging from a garter belt to a meat hook in a
supermarket freezer) flashed, then froze before them.
As her day in bed bounced on the screen, split in
two, triplicated, sped up, retarded, inverted, negatived,
and was otherwise subjected to psychic and filmic
disorders, Ms. Harfleur herself swung upside down,
dangled from a rope in front of the wall where her life
was being shown. Dressed in black and white leotards,
the live Harfleur inscribed with red chalk in both hands
her emotional response to this particular screening of
the filmed Harfleur.
"I had no idea," whispered Priss, "that American
women were entitled to so full a day, or so full a bed! I
feel quite deprived, don't you?"
"My!" said Tracy, who had just glimpsed (as the
live Ms. Harfleur flew by on the outswing and cleared
the screen) a giant poodle attempt to sodomize a man in
a Nixon mask as he attempted to copulate with a