Hi sorry it has been so long.I wanted to post this show but the images are not allowed for posting so here is a link.Please try to stay on topic of the work, it would make me happy.Happy New Year.
I thought the glitter marks throughout the walls on the gallery were real weird.
I stand by my puritanical statement, glitter or no. DOes it take a refined taste to appreciate this work? In the end it brings you back to you, yourself and one is left feeling like you missed the Rosicrucian initiation rite, Ein, svei, drei, fuer!Another word for that is hermetic, but lets just say op-aque - and move on to the allusions to Sea Fairing, and ships. Slug slime tracks glitter BTW.I guess what Im saying is any read on the KK is based more on you then her - I think its entirely phenomenological - or as Carlos Castenada says, "stops the world"Once you have reached the still mind, you can see that any associations with Napoleon, magazines, pop culture, clouds, global warming, puritanism, moons, birthday cakes, little girls and a dark seamy underbelly are largely phantoms created by the signifier-refferent dichotomy (but not the signified, because the painting is not it, in and of itself - in that way I argue this work is phenomenological, which is a bigger bugbear than melancholy by along shot, get on the bandwagon).Nope, this is the thing in and of itself, as represented by stella's famous "what you see is what you see" or by the more recent "What you see is what you get" (WYSIWYG) editors for all things web.
6. LOADING THE LANGUAGE the language of the totalist environment is characterized by the thought-terminating cliche (thought-stoppers) repetitiously centered on all-encompassing jargon "the language of non-thought" words are given new meanings -- the outside world does not use the words or phrases in the same way -- it becomes a "group" word or phrase
“Content is a glimpse of something, an encounter like a flash. It’s very tiny - very tiny, content.”- Willem De Kooning, in an interview “It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.”- Oscar Wilde, in a letter oh yeah, you know it
ive always felt closest to the way that ab ex expressed a moment in time.and if youve ever spent a lot of time around gay men youll know that too much judging by appearances is their tragedy. one of their tragedies.
you know what i'm saying?that's on topic painter, really it is. I jsut can;t say it with words because 1)my ferral animal mind is easily startled by adverbs2)Nuff said.
Rats!Now we'll never get to 500!
way to go painter.
who the fuck does she think she is?honestly now.arrogance is as common as dandruff.
kilimnik is a phillistine.Discuss.
Kilimnik has been to Phillistine.
I'm in love with the modern world too. What would Diderot do?
Diderot would probably use the photos in this show as a way of getting into the painting, the way he usually does.
is hubris a critical position at this point?
It is if it's got quotation marks.
I particularly like the use of color here.
I only wish I could have gotten to watch them dry.
dr. drew says everyone is more narccisistic these days due to antibiotics and the pill. death is not a part of our lives. he says celebrities are the apotheosis of narcissism. (i guess he hasnt studied artists)but anyway KK is making little portraits of moments in time-- that she never experienced. at least roy batty experienced his moments. I prefer the horror of experience rather than the melancholy of her long view of time as vacuum. But I don't mind her take on time. it's hard to get it into a picture.
i sure like time better than history. i'm not a part of history.
Painter,Good to see you back and a Happy New Year. Karen Kilimnik is so - so. I liked some of her older work. This exhibition is lifeless.
his story her story, whatever. Children of a lesser market don't giv a shit.Wind it up and go."Right now, if the statistics are correct, about 15 percent of Americans are not happy. Soon, perhaps, with the help of psychopharmaceuticals, melancholics will become unknown. That would be an unparalleled tragedy, equivalent in scope to the annihilation of the sperm whale or the golden eagle. With no more melancholics, we would live in a world in which everyone simply accepted the status quo, in which everyone would simply be content with the given. This would constitute a nightmare worthy of Philip K. Dick, a police state of Pollyannas, a flatland that offers nothing new under the sun. Why are we pushing toward such a hellish condition?"herelong winded SOB. WTF.
mountains are so pure.
Anyone go/going to the Mark Bradford opening at Sikkema?
Didn't they used to call fan art or "art about art" or "l'art pour l'art'", derivative? I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering in her mouth. Also, its ok to speak with an inauthentic voice (Thank you Tom Cruise! thank you Hannah Montanna!)- you can stop making art about how inuathenticly authentic your position is - in case you are still dug into a cave in the Fiji Islands or whatever.
You can rain on my parade some of the timebut I can rain on your parade all of the time
Just looked at the dates, surprised to see that most are old. some from 2001? Does she do this often?
The temperature down part is what I like. Pat, I would think of the exhibition place as a set> And the paintings are the story-lines/ characters/ caricatures, some so cool some very warm, and this is what comes to life as the play. The plot, is, well, 'timeliness' the characters 'timeless'. She has a show in Cologne that has the same or similar lighting fixture, don't know about the dust, but the same very lean fill, some photos, fantasy, drawings of personal stuff, some trees... temperatures down though more regular speed. The changes going round have not hit there yet, it seems.
To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.
which is to say I think the synecdoche gets too much credit, as puritanical as a Chuck Bronson window treatment, as ambiguous as a bomber flying through a bit of aporia.
nothing ambiguous about a bomber, whever it flies
I don't thinks it's proving anything, Doc. As a matter of fact, I don't even know what it means. It's just one of those things that gets in my head and keeps rolling around in there like a marble.
nevefver cared much for killimsadick thisshow looks pretty neat though! seems like shes making a defanit distinction between doing something all the time and choosing to do stuff when she feels like it probally check it out on monday or something boom
Oh la la, lovin the whorls in the likes of 'Pirate Cove'. I can't use those water based paints but this artist can. It seems painting icebergs/cold alienated spaces is a beautiful thing http://www.brettwhiteley.org/whats_on/tas_winner
Here, as elsewhere in her work, Kilimnik revels in the dual nature of folly itself: that which is both pitifully foolish and deliciously enchanting.- artforum
Mr. T or Trix don't matter to me, I pity the fool or they're magicly delicious, thats a dichotomy that drives change, as Derrida would say, were he alive - hes a glass half not empty kinda guy so maybe hes not not dead. It's the same dilemma I have every day when I decide not take candy from a baby. One it's easier than it looks, and two it's just not done, it's unethical and uncivil. Decent, cool people don't do it, and that's that. Kind of Catholic, or maybe its just a personal hairshirt. Oh yeah. life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone. That's my life with the killer in me - maybe you too. Nobody expects you to be the spanish inquisition. That shit won;t fly - attacked on all sides like a hornets nest of resentment. Hazing ritual really. I guess. It's just in the air right?
Things seem too dangerous for folly. I don't know, they dont enchant me. Takes more than glitter, a chandelier, and water based paint. How bout a little risk?reading obit of bobby fischer -- thinking about the tantrum. When bobby has them its part of legend, he's a cool genius/winner, even if he loses, he's always a winner. When Britney has them she's a mentally ill venus/mother. She wants to be both and they just wont let her. Born to lose white trash. If you don't hold yourself back, they will. Can you wiggle out of that one with folly?Diggin on Paul Kos today, as always
he title "Moriae Encomium" can also be read as meaning "In praise of More". The double or triple meanings go on through the text. There have been reports that a similar phenomenon to folie à deux had been induced by the military incapacitating agent BZ in the late 60s, and most recently again by anthropologists in the South American rainforest consuming the hallucinogen ayahuasca. He also describes vividly his repeated experiences of shared consciousness with his captors: group vision sessions in which all participants see the same visions simultaneously.
this is why; really ego /centric schools of thought like many material scientists look at the obvious folly of duality ; in fields like quantom theory but then basicly say oh tha;t's neat then run like hell back to their newtanic worlds of laws and atoms If you steep yourself in acid your going to be burned and ass/imilated this is the way of acidacid is acid it doesn;t know any better.in the small room, radiantly lit / by the chandelier's hot fire, / no ordinary light breaks out. /wher have all the flowers gone?
yeah i have to admit the more i see it the more i like it.and its got all the shapes --circle, square, triangle mountains. She should paint logs (for line) but maybe that's too masculine. Its a feminine folly for sure--would Leo the 1st think it was funny?
yeah, glad you are coming round Norush. I think it's a pretty neat show. And I'm here. But I'll be there soon too!
back room was all new room - no? def. social sculpture kickin at the opening... was lovely for that 'moment' unclear how it holds up on revisit. Kostabi noted that she had a certain signature stroke that maintained itself even in ... im a bit lost in this case with the paired down subject matter.
I'm The Soul Alchemist I started doing alchemy at the age of 5...I learned how to use the Life and Death Transmutation circles...the actual circles were tatooed onto my two arms by my grandfather with the origional PHILOSOPHER STONE...I went into the Alchemy war at the age of 15...I was used as a top-secret weapon for the state and I killed so many people at that time...I escaped and then started to bring people back to life and hunt down the PHILOSOPHER STONE that tatooed my arms and the 9 state alchemist's leaders that were controling me when I was a slave for them...I already killed 4 of them...and I'm still looking for the other ones...And here I prophesy: this brawl today,Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,Shall send, between the Red Rose and the White,A thousand souls to death and deadly night.Seesaw Margery Daw Johnny shall have a new masterHe shall earn but a penny a dayBecause he can't work any fasterWe practice selective annihilation of mayorsAnd government officialsFor example to create a vacuumThen we fill that vacuumAh-ha-haSwingin'Swingin' on the gallows pole!
Kuriouser and Kuriouser!She keeps her Moet et ChandonIn her pretty cabinet'Let them eat cake' she saysJust like Marie AntoinetteA built-in remedyFor Kruschev and KennedyAt anytime an invitationYou can't declineCaviar and cigarettesWell versed in etiquetteExtraordinarily niceShe's a Killer QueenGunpowder, gelatineDynamite with a laserbeamGuaranteed to blow your mindAnytimeOoh, recommended at the priceInsatiable an appetiteWanna try ?
conflict of interestBoom!
who controls the moment of transcendence?
Yea, though I walk through the shallow river of the shadow of depth, I will fear no sticky wicket: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy reel they comfort me.I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.I go to the lavatory.On Wednesdays I go shoppin'And have buttered scones for tea.
even the most radical acts of history are now absorbed into the status quo. money is old. when you address previous centuries you stir nostalgia from the investment community. karen never does interviews, but she likes old ballet, castles, traveling about in a horse and buggy - and drawing on all aspects of bygone era's. it's the stuff old guard museums and collectors really dig.she fills old buildings with new tributes to themselves, just like at Basel in 05. She's on a journey/fantasy, lives on her own, curators and rarely anybody has been there. Mystery plays a part. The future is flexible (and therefore challenging) though the past seems to be set in stone. The present is ice-cream. Usually your artist will be in one or a few. The ones taking a stonemasons chisel to the pile of ice-cream are interesting, but not always. Kilimniks work "fits" with museum/collector's 18th century mansion decor most of the time and that's how she seems to want it to be. Though she has inspired quite a range of artists in her time, they say. Peyton being the obvious example (though she'll tell you it's Hockney) and even Jim Hodges (by repetitive and thoughtful processes that lead to a poetic but accessible understanding of the more ephemeral moments of personal experience..
The terrible heritage of Bad Painting is the diminishing return on pursuing and failing The Good. Tucker shrewdly did not attempt to sustain with her thesis.Formalism cannot be circumvented indefinitely.
If you think Karen's puritanical, here come CAP.Bad Painting was a must. It happened before the thesis. Still happening. Desparate for a false unity? Give it time.Karen doesnt seem to be directly in the legacy, she's too conceptual
In 1978 it was a must. In 2008 it’s just musty.Bad Painting WAS a thesis - the term coined by Marcia Tucker for the show she curated of that name. The works did not exist under that description before hand. And actually there are much better descriptions for what was happening in the work at the time, but the show makes the term currency, makes the collection a thing - AFTER the thesis.Karen milks the tradition for all its worth, through its 80s East Village variants (Condo) into the 90s (Shaw's Thrift Store Paintings). She's late and slow alright. In fact she has to reduce herself to a childish ditz to sustain any perception of 'Good' still capable of being dissed.Karen drifts on a cloud,Sets down, with the sun in her eyesNature: it's such a nicher.
I know what bad painting was. i was taught by one of the bad painters.what do you know about good? Evince me.
is it for the first time that no image accompanies the post? enter the hyperlink.
THEY SAY maybe we can leave accuracy to machines, and revel in our own badness when compared to them. camera vs human. hidetail vs lodetail. unskilled skills. a movement is born every second and dies soon after. BUT resurrection is undeniable. this is a magazine manifesto. quick! slow. limited print/ endless website. TIME AS A REFERENTIAL SYSTEM FOLDING IN ON ITSELF IN ORDER TO EXPAND.CONSUME UNTIL YOU ARE CONSUMEDSTOPPLAYFFWDEXHUMEDVOLUME +/-kilimnik is not the best proponent of what she does, as a filter/updater/devolver. she has had a few hits and a bunch of misses. recent show, er. seeking enchantenment. i just love her hyperlink though. "=49&images"
or "...exh_id=49&images"as"exhumed identity equals 49 (works) & (paintings now digitized as) images"go code.
Sound sham , sound as a bellThunder , you’re wide yourselfSound Sham sound as a bellThunder , you’re wide yourselfAll dressed up and comb the thatcherThe gimp and grace of an honest thiefYou wheeze chice and leave it with mePackets sham that you’re corn beefPipe the gomey on the laygeft hammerThe dust in his juke is burning a holeStep right up sir, find the ladynothing less than a score a go.And I want a G from Pat McGeeBiros, biros, bingo, birosLighters, lighters, four for a poundRecent photos of Saint PatrickVirgin burger and a garlic shroudDeck chairs, deck chairs, rakes of deck chairs.For when the pope mobile comes roundWe’re on a beano!Tom sham , sound sham sound.Tom sham , sound sham soundWho’s his jills with the valentine sliderSling him a lush he’s a miller to goPlank the monkey, you can kiss my relicButton your clawber, your a holy showAnd I want a G from Pat McGeeSound Sham
I think her stuff works better as installations. I take it that’s what the glitter on the walls was sort of meant to do – draw the walls into the perception of the work – treat the whole thing as an ensemble and give it a bit more of her favored *F*A*I*R*Y*T*A*L*E* spin. Yeah well.I don’t think it works here for various reasons, but in earlier ones when you have just a cluster of these little no-name knock-offs surrounded with furniture and stuff, the effect is quite different, kind of obsessive and insecure. It’s like someone trying to convince themselves they know where all this stuff goes, what it’s for, but they don’t really. Really they’re having trouble relating to any of it, much less discriminating quality. Good, Bad – some of them are just trying to get into the ballpark .
New York, I Love YouBut you're bringing me downNew York, I Love YouBut you're bringing me downLike a rat in a cagePulling minimum wageNew York, I Love YouBut you're bringing me downNew York, you're saferAnd you're wasting my timeOur records all showYou are filthy but fineBut they shuttered your storesWhen you opened the doorsTo the cops who were boredOnce they'd run out of crimeNew York, you're perfectDon't please don't change a thingYour mild billionaire mayor'sNow convinced he's a kingSo the boring collectI mean all disrespectIn the neighborhood barsI'd once dreamt I would drinkNew York, I Love YouBut you're freaking me outThere's a ton of the twistBut we're fresh out of shoutLike a death in the hallThat you hear through your wallNew York, I Love YouBut you're freaking me outNew York, I Love YouBut you're bringing me downNew York, I Love YouBut you're bringing me downLike a death of the heartJesus, where do I start?But you're still the one poolWhere I'd happily drownAnd oh.. Take me off your mailing listFor kids that think it still existsYes, for those who think it still existsMaybe I'm wrongAnd maybe you're rightMaybe I'm wrongAnd myabe you're rightMaybe you're rightMaybe I'm wrongAnd just maybe you're rightAnd Oh..Maybe mother told you trueAnd they're always be something there for youAnd you'll never be aloneBut maybe she's wrongAnd maybe I'm rightAnd just maybe she's wrongMaybe she's wrongAnd maybe I'm rightAnd if so, is there?
shake ya money
once in a lifetime
It's called "luck." In battlegrounds, the casting time for resurrection is 30 seconds. You can time it yourself if you want. Every 30 seconds, like clockwork, for the entirety of the match, a resurrection is cast. If you are standing in range when it is cast, you are resurrected. If the Horde are rezzing in 5-10 seconds, it is because they are dying when there are 5-10 seconds left on the cast. It all depends on when you die
'Playing Well' should be everyone's motivation for playing a MMORPG. The RPG being the key there, specifically the 'G' part. What is the alternative to 'playing well'? 'Spending time'? Then take up crafting, or don't leave the cities, or better yet, dont' leave the forums because you're clearly not looking for a game, or a fantasy roleplaying game. You are looking for a community to socialise within.Plows crops under (leaving body; locals' bafflement reinforcing "affront" to rationality, ie he not his dad, as he feared) then waits thru winter (snowing under/burial), till Karen interrupts budget mtg w/ Annie (dwindling fortunes dissipating relation to life/reality) to announce "a man out there on the lawn" (personification of regeneration) - Shoeless Joe (aka Barefoot Boy of nature folklore), who takes position while Ray bats balls (silent mvmt Ritual indicating Ray has entered sacred time); Joe admires "wood" of Ray's bat (n.c.) + talks of phantom limbs (emasculated by scandal Tricky Dickie America, film's primacy of phallus over yoni not irrelevant issue) but is unable to cross perimeter (men can raise dead but can't give birth) of field Ray "built for you" (temple for resurrection of phantom phallus [shortly before Bush père declares Gulf War erased stigma of Viet Nam] + arena for sublimating homoerotic tendencies left wanting by father-shunting ), "others" (teammates) welcome too amnesty for all masculinity (deserved or not), tho denies it's heaven (unreadiness to acknowledge death).
i take it backall artists are to be respectedno matter what they doit taint easygood for you karen.(embarrassing)
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so THAT's why I hate baseball movies so much.watched the directors cut last night. huge improvement. voiceover was so distracting. jeez its a simple tale Deckard: Shakes? Me too. I get 'em bad. It's part of the business. Rachael: I'm not in the business. I am the business.
was that the sony 4x version?different ending and all. replicant romance is on the return journey heath ledger dead in mary-kate's apartment
you know, if you just looked aound a bit, you'd see that we are in a utopia right now! yippy!
Yes it looks a little bit country and a little bit Dawson's creek.
You're not a broker are you, Concrete?
outsider art fair @ the puck
You mean there's even an art fair for outsiders now?What's there left to be outside of?
I am so glad this blog is back up
The past is a promise-DerridaWell I guess if you say you are not part of history then boom, there you go, a bullshit dichotomy. Looks like Derrida is coming up to market again if you are writing ad copy. Does anyone have the color palette for 2008? I missed the memo.Oh and why dinnt anybodyz tell me bout teh bokz in da scholz?:"..and if, according to Hardt and Negri's Empire, the rise of Empire is the end of national conflict, the "enemy" now, whoever he is, can no longer be ideological or national. The enemy now must be understood as a kind of criminal, as someone who represents a threat not to a political system or a nation but to the law. This is the enemy as a terrorist.... Hardt and Negri get this absolutely right when they say that in the "new order that envelops the entire space of... civilization", where conflict between nations has been made irrelevant, the "enemy" is simultaneously "banalized" (reduced to an object of routine police repression) and absolutized (as the Enemy, an absolute threat to the ethical order")."Empire (book), a 2000 Neo-Marxist book on geopolitics by Antonio Negri and Michael HardtTake it to da brigez! Rememberz teh break step pepolez! Otherwize we gets gallopin gertie and duh infrastucture breekz.
Weeze all innit to getah! Bzooya! Hooland Cotterz reviewd de show with the derda bzzzzwrd you can lolcatz it. Der aint no reeda, aint no writer, eider. thats dereda.
exactly cap. long live the oxymoron.and julian's painting on maps.the new museum is into unmonumental things now, despite them being as monumental as anything else around. clearly they've become over obsessed with NOT BEING A MUSEUM. Err, wha? Watch out for banal implosion. remember curators (or rather, hurry up and forget) to pretend to NOT be doing what you are doing in order to facilitate what artists have always done. Then you will seem CLEVER. This is what it is about. CLEVERNESS. Sophistication wrapped up in a ball of sincerity is not sincere (but it is). We're all obsessed with gray. Everything is halfway between here and there but language is dichotomous. Oh no... (fade to black)
Julian's always been painting on maps. It's his way of being a rebel.Or is that terrorist now?
i didnt mean i wasnt a part of history because i am a woman. i meant i wasnt part of history because i'm not. and if it doesnt care about me, i dont care about it. i give as good as i get. is that dichotimous? i wouldnt worry about it.
A famous art collector is walking through the city when he notices a mangy cat lapping milk from a saucer in the doorway of a store. He does a double take.He knows that the saucer is extremely old and very valuable, so he walks casually into the store and offers to buy the cat for two dollars.The storeowner replies, "I'm sorry, but the cat isn't for sale."The collector says, "Please, I need a hungry cat around the house to catch mice. I'll pay you 20 dollars for that cat."And the owner says "Sold," and hands over the cat.The collector continues, "Hey, for the twenty bucks I wonder if you could throw in that old saucer. The cat's used to it and it'll save me from having to get a dish."The owner says, "Sorry buddy, but that's my lucky saucer. So far this week I've sold sixty-eight cats."
Don't you look at me.Watch the hands.
Johnny made a record, Went straight up to number one,Suddenly everyone loved to hear him sing the song.Watching the world go by, surprising it goes so fast.Johnny looked around him and said, 'Well, I made the big time at last'.
Or at least that's what people were saying at the nightly parties in the grand palazzos.
If you see something that looks like a starAnd it's shooting up out of the groundAnd your head is spinning from a loud guitarAnd you just can't escape from the soundDon't worry too much it'll happen to youWe were children once playing with toysAnd the thing that you're hearing is only the soundOf the low spark of high-heeled boys, high-heeled boysIf you had just a minute to breatheAnd they granted you one final wishWould you ask for something like another chanceOr something similar as thisDon't worry too much it'll happen to youAs sure as your sorrows are joysAnd the thing that disturbs you is only the soundOf the low spark of high-heeled boysThe percentage you're paying is too high pricedWhile you're living beyond all you're meansAnd the man in the suit has just bought a new carFrom the profit he's made on your dreamsBut today you just read that the man was shot deadBy a gun that didn't make any noiseBut it wasn't the bullet that laid him to restWas the low spark of high-heeled boys, high-heeled boysIf I gave you everything that I ownedAnd asked for nothing in returnWould you do the same for me as I would for youOr take me for a rideAnd strip me of everything including my prideBut spirit is something that no one destroysAnd the sound that disturbs you is only the soundOf the low spark of high-heeled boysThe percentage you're paying is too high pricedWhile you're living beyond all you're meansAnd the man in the suit has just bought a new carFrom the profit he's made on your dreamsBut today you just read that the man was shot deadBy a gun that didn't make any noiseBut it wasn't the bullet that laid him to restWas the low spark of high-heeled boys, high-heeled boys
Skydive nakedFrom an aeroplaneOr a lady with aBody from outerspaceMy heart, my heartKickstart my heartSay i got troubleTrouble in my eyesI'm just looking forAnother good timeMy heart, my heartKickstart my heart
S-s-s-s A-a-a-a F-f-f-f E-e-e-e T-t-t-t Y-y-y-ySafe, dance![Spoken]We can dance if we want toWe can leave your friends behind'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't danceWell they're no friends of mineI say, we can go where we want toA place where they will never findAnd we can act like we come from out of this worldLeave the real one far behindAnd we can dance[Sung]We can dance if we want toWe can leave your friends behind'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't danceWell they're no friends of mineI say, we can go where we want toA place where they will never findAnd we can act like we come from out of this worldLeave the real one far behindAnd we can danceDanc¨¦e!We can go when we want toThe night is young and so am IAnd we can dress real neat from our hats to our feetAnd surprise 'em with the victory crySay, we can act if want toIf we don't nobody willAnd you can act real rude and totally removedAnd I can act like an imbecile[Refrain]I say, we can dance, we can danceEverything out of controlWe can dance, we can danceWe're doing it from wall to wallWe can dance, we can danceEverybody look at your handsWe can dance, we can danceEverybody takin' the cha-a-a-anceSafety danceIs it safe to danceIs it safe to danceS-s-s-s A-a-a-a F-f-f-f E-e-e-e T-t-t-t Y-y-y-ySafe, dance!We can dance if we want toWe've got all your life and mineAs long as we abuse it, never gonna lose itEverything'll work out rightI say, we can dance if we want toWe can leave your friends behind'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't danceWell they're no friends of mine[Refrain]Is it safe to dance, oh is it safe to dance [6x]Is it safe to dance
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,How amazingly unlikely is your birth,And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth. Or blue moon, if you are into that junk. Whatcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk in your trunk? To my eye its coming at you as you float through space, spilling past you until the transmissions cease at the cornea. Call me for your lover's lover's alibi / squash, drawing cool blue raves /Death wants a divorce.
* Double Yellow - Extra Super slow (very low bounce) * Yellow - Super slow (low bounce) * Green or White - slow (average bounce) * Red - Medium (high bounce) * Blue - Fast (very high bounce)
For those of you interested in a video tour of the Karen Kilimnik exhibition and the attendant narrative dealing with the gallery’s “no photo” policy check-out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97jZbZK1n3UThanks JK
I sense SO much envy here!Kilimnik is a superstar for good reason.An original.Cheers.
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