In the early-to-mid 90s, I wrote a series of text-proems based around “the horsehead”, that were somewhere between westerns, ritual, and technology infiltrating the American desert. or something like that. Probably much better in memory than reality....
The Fluxus Danes killed a horse out on the ice partly as a protest against the pointless human sacrifice then going on in Vietnam, partly to “comment on the way in which museums accumulated our common heritage”
His quote is less in-passing than my extract, as he’s got some small (thankfully) blurry stills, and links to film snippets. As well as the accompaniment music.
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