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...Good Thing turns out to be a ringing endorsement for living for the moment, guilt free. Currently, The Devil You Know, a danceable slammer about the conflict between living for the moment and living pragmatically, is being played in heavy rotation on college radio stations. Though the lyrics are cryptic, one could interpret Edwards' words as a message about the danger of promiscuity in the age of AIDS. But other songs, like the politically charged The Right Decision, are far more alluring. Here Edwards makes a commentary on hypocrisy, with thinly veiled references to the Gulf War and the Rodney...
...same spirit, but without the levity, Rothenberg started butchering her horse image: haunches, fetlocks and heads scattered on the ground of the canvas, with no gore but a lot of implied anxiety. Most of them started from small doodles, envelope-size, and the large paintings retain the cryptic and improvised look of drawings; in fact, since so much of Rothenberg's work is about linear figure and ground, it is hard to say where drawing leaves off and painting begins: for her, a drawing is something on paper, a painting something on canvas, and that's that. Her charcoal drawings...
...AREN'T WORTH MUCH IN this era of tabloid papers and tell-all television. They certainly aren't worth keeping. But a million or so American moviegoers have a secret they want to hoard every bit as much as they want to share it. Millions more, tantalized by friends' cryptic hints, are eager to get in on it. The source is a British film called The Crying Game, about an IRA man who becomes beguiled by the black sweetheart of a soldier he had held hostage. And the secret? Only the meanest critic would give that away, at least initially...
...thought you would never") to the alley-caterwauling harmonies on I Don't Believe You and Don't Know a Thing About Love. The final song, What Goes Around, features Harrison-like guitars gently weeping in harmony, an extended coda a la Hey Jude, and at the end a cryptic spoken message. The phrase is either "All the same" or "I buried Paul...
...that she conjures, dead relatives command greater attention than the living. It is a measure of the author's formidable skills that she vividly evokes the misery of Momma Towne and her four stepdaughters without suffocating the reader in their chronic gloom. While the backdrop is one of complaint, cryptic exchanges -- "That again? Are we rehashing that again?" -- are enough to remind us of the women's litany. Their oppressive unhappiness is artfully offset by the vitality of the three youngest Townes, who, like flowers that bloom in urban sidewalk cracks, fight for life...