I used to get so many letters from students about the ending of ‘Pro Femina.’ So I had a stamp made that said ‘irony, irony, irony’ to put on a postcard and mail it back.
In the works of Duchamp, space begins to walk and take on form; it becomes a machine that spins arguments and philosophizes; it resists movement with delay and delay with irony.
Irony is a clear consciousness of an eternal agility, of the infinitely abundant chaos.
In the end, there is no absence of irony: the integrity of what is sacred to Native Americans will be determined by the government that has been responsible for doing everything in its power to destroy Native American cultures.
It’s an irony that growing inequality could mean more money for philanthropy. In the U.S., quite a few of the ultra-rich have taken to heart the 19th century industrialist and philanthropist Andrew Carnegie’s comment that it’s a disgrace to die wealthy.
The irony is, going to work every day became the subject of probably my best poetry.
Art for Duchamp, all the arts, obey the same law: meta-irony is inherent in their very spirit. It is an irony that destroys its own negation and, hence, returns in the affirmative.
Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.
Humor is everywhere in that there’s irony in just about anything a human does.