What shocks you?

This painting, ‘Nude descending a staircase No. 2’, by Marcel Duchamp (1912) shocked people of that time.

Nude descending a staircase – X. J. Kennedy (1960)

Toe upon toe, a snowing flesh,
A gold of lemon, root and rind,
She sifts in sunlight down the stairs
With nothing on. Nor on her mind.

We spy beneath the banister
A constant thresh of thigh on thigh–
Her lips imprint the swinging air
That parts to her parts go by.

One-woman waterfall, she wears
Her slow descent like a long cape
And pausing, on the final stair
Collects her motions into shape.

Does it shock you now? What shocks you now? Why are we shocked?

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Post hoc ergo propter hoc [for Schopenhauer] – Milo

Post hoc ergo propter hoc [for Schopenhauer] is by rapper Milo on his album Things that happen at night.

(Background: Post hoc ergo propter hoc)

Taking naps reminds me a whole lot of time travelling
Every morning groggier than the last
My fragile mind is unravelling
I woke up lost and muddy in the tree farm realm
And I can project myself into scenes I’ve only seen on films
I’m like a toddler
With no sense of object permanence
But I’m abjected
And I’m mighty sure that’s gonna be permanent
I named myself after a fictional character
Which says a lot about my mental health and various barriers
That I’ve constructed
Like a manically depressed Bob the Builder
Attempting to reject my desires
And ask what the fuck do we have Will for
Steve Martin can play the banjo
And there’s a mutant ninja turtle
That lives right under this manhole
Take my ego and begin promptly to dismantle
Till there’s nothing left but a skeleton
Who can’t stay on tempo
Long jogs, fitness clubs
The euphemism treadmill
You wonder if you’re really alive
And I am asking if I am dead still
That line’s gonna scare my dad real bad
That line’s gonna scare my dad real bad
These fallacies are tempting
I wonder if I write Rob another song
Will that add to my redemption
I can’t ride a skate board
But I’ll replace your ball bearings
People in malls think I’m so fucking scary
Straight edge, vegetarian
But I can’t let go of these red herrings
Post hoc ergo propter hoc
And I’m a robot
Can can’t stay on top
And it goes
Post hoc ergo propter hoc
And I’m a robot
Can can’t stay on top
And it goes
Post hoc ergo propter hoc
And I’m a robot
Can can’t stay on top
And it goes
Post hoc ergo propter hoc
And I’m a robot
Can can’t stay on top
And it goes
Post hoc ergo propter hoc
And I’m a robot
Can can’t stay on top
And it goes
Post hoc ergo propter hoc
And I’m a robot
Can can’t stay on top
And it goes