Gardening Gone Wrong
Because you’ll only complain otherwise, I bring you performance art:
I’m reading the catalogue and press release. Bear with me. Send sandwiches.
Needless to say, the accompanying prose is quite extensive. The words “sustainable heterotopic space of discourse” crop up, obviously, and which, as you can imagine, is an enormous help. Quite how one might “exchange ideas” with a plant is, alas, not divulged.
We are, however, offered a tantalising preview of a “sensitive, sensual performance” by Lisa Hinterreithner and her associates, in which the four ladies “lead us into a world of living vegetatability.” It is, as will become clear, a “human-plant utopia.”
Should you be tempted by the prospect of watching four women being intimate with nature, fondling straw, and tonguing moss, you can behold the full 100-minute performance at the Künstlerhaus Factory, Vienna, July 20-23, where other, equally stunning works can doubtless be savoured.
Visitors are advised to “if possible, bring socks.”
I do it to blow off steam.
I bet his dog’s name is Steam.
It’s transphobic to shoot a take down a mass shooter with more than one shot.
Clearly the autopsy is in error, we have been told repeatedly a 9mm will blow a lung out and a 5.56 will explode a head or cut a body in half. Shot that many times the autopsy should just say “unrecognizable goo”.
I’m having great difficulty distinguishing the vegetables from the vegetables.
He certainly wasn’t beatified for any noticeable talent beyond that.
Rather explains the degradation of military prepardness.
Game, set, match.
If only more fans would tell musicians to shut up and sing. But then, fans should also listen more carefully to the lyrics they love so much; some of them range from dubious to stupid to utterly vile.
Harsh but funny.