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Royal White Sigami Khadi Awagami Bamboo Somerset Velvet Hahnemuhle Litho And Aquarelle Hot Press Velin Arches, Arches, Arches, BFK Velin Arches, Arches, Arches, BFK Bhutanese Resho And Fabriano Rosapino These are the papers of M.E.S. (whoo!) Some of the papers at M.E.S. Velin Arches, Arches, Arches, BFK Velin Arches, Arches, Arches, BFK Oh, oh, oh Dutch Dutch etching, and Canson and Zerkall in Laid or Wove Japon and Stonehenge Kozo and Iwaki And Fabriano Tiepolo These are the papers of M.E.S. (whoo!) So many papers at M.E.S. And we save, save, save at The end of year sale And we save, save, save at The end of year sale M.E.S. ES. ES. Ricky Wilson & Jeremy Ayers (B52s), 52 Girls, 1979
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Short of breath, persistently coughing
The girl with emphysema is blocking Her plate with bitumen Sans a mask, if you please Her peeling fingers the aftermath Of her dalliance with the acid bath No gloves in sight, the technical staff Watch and weep How can it not end up sadly? Breathing in rosin like candy? Why is she limping so badly? When it’s plain all that she had to do Was invest in a sturdy closed shoe Refused to use the extraction fan Ignored the ‘No food or drinking’ ban Skipped the material safety data sheets It dawns too late that she mightn’t be The girl with emphysema had she Just thought to wear the appropriate P.P.E. Why didn’t she? Wear P.P.E.? Antônio Carlos Jobim & Normal Gimbel, Girl from Ipanema, 1962 Glassine, glassine, glassine, glassine
I’m beggin’ of you please be acid free Glassine, glassine, glassine, glassine I need to store my prints archivally I’ve made a print beyond compare Want it to last a thousand years Can’t have my luscious reds be turnin’ green I seek a shelter from UV A promise to remain dust-free Preserved for all eternity Glassine I know to monitor the heat Is there nothing I can do to keep from foxing? (Though it does sound kind of hot) I’ve buffered all of my tissue And waged a war against mildew Oh save me from the silverfish, and rot Glassine, glassine, glassine, glassine I’m beggin’ of you please be acid free Glassine, glassine, glassine, glassine I need to store my prints archivally Won’t tolerate humidity Excessive alkalinity Demand Ph neutrality, glassine Been careful to use wheat paste glue I don’t know what more else to do Longevity depends on you, Glassine Glassine, glassine, glassine, glassine I’m beggin’ of you please be acid free Glassine, glassine, glassine, glassine God help me store my prints archivally Dolly Parton, Joelene, 1973 Hey, it’s always been my fantasy
To be a printmaking celebrity Call my studio The Factory Get someone else to print for me, The money rolling in I wanna be like Andy Please let me be Like Andy Celebrity Searching but it seems I haven’t found The way into my Velvet Underground Fame and fortune’s playing hard to get, Have 15 minutes started yet? Oh, when will they begin? When will I be like Andy? Screen printing logos left and right, but They say they’ll sue me for copyright What’s the answer Gerard Malanga?* Do anything to be rich, but This wig’s just making me itch I need a homie Like David Bowie Why won’t my star ascend? I need to know, When will I find my Marilyn Monroe? So far, the closest that I’ve got to show Is scrubbing pots with Brillo An empty Campbells’ tin I’ll never be like Andy Why can’t I be Like Andy? Celebrity Like Andy Got no money I’ll never be Like Andy No Candy Darling Why can’t I be Like Andy? *Andy Warhol’s screenprinting assistant Chris Stein & Debbie Harry (Blondie), Dreaming, 1979 Went down to Gertrude Street
Where Reko paints the walls The APW Had already shut its doors Am I ever gonna print this plate again? Am I ever gonna print this plate again? I’m out of tarlatan My etching tool is blunt Forgot to mirror Now my writing’s back to front Am I ever gonna ink a plate again? Degrease, ink up, wipe off Am I ever gonna ink a plate again? Degrease, ink up, wipe off Inhaled the rosin Now I’ve got a nasty cough. I used the hard ground When I should have used the soft. Am I ever gonna wipe a plate again? Degrease, ink up, wipe off Am I ever gonna wipe a plate again? Degrease, ink up, wipe off The ferric’s tainted Feel like throwing in the towel. I wanted spit bite What I got instead was foul. Am I ever gonna etch a plate again? Degrease, ink up, wipe off Am I ever gonna etch a plate again? Degrease, ink up, wipe off Am I ever gonna ink a plate again? Am I ever gonna wipe a plate again? Am I ever gonna print a plate again? Am I ever gonna etch a plate again? Degrease, ink up, wipe off Messed up my sugar lift I failed at chine collé Don’t even talk to me About à la poupée. Am I ever gonna etch a plate again? Degrease, ink up, wipe off Am I ever gonna etch a plate again? Degrease, ink up, wipe off . . . The Angels, Am I ever gonna see your face again?, 1976 How I wish it were my fate
To be immortalised on copper plate Like Robert Clinch’s paper plane A Raymond Arnold mountain scape I wanna be a Deb Williams dog I wanna be a Deb Williams dog I wanna be a Deb Williams dog Well come on! A Michael Kempson soda can Kyoko’s rabbit wonderland I swear I’d do most anything To be a lyrebird by Martin King I wanna be a Deb Williams dog I wanna be a Deb Williams dog I wanna be a Deb Williams dog Well come on! I wanna be a Deb Williams dog A Rick Amor suburban fog A bush by Hertha Kluge-Pott Well come on! Come on! The Stooges, Now I wanna be your dog, 1969 When I gaze out from my etching
The city is grey, to me I close my eyes and I dream of the place Where I'd rather be I go northeast, east Tess and Sylvie wait, for me I go northeast, east Avenue of Shaftesbury Time comes November My mind’s on a tastier type, of plate Driving for hours and praying the showers Choose to, abate I go northeast, east To my picnic fantasy I go northeast, east Studio amongst the trees I salivate, begin to drool As I join the paella queue And fantasise, wouldn’t it be cool To clean up at boules? Lay down my burnisher Reach for the microphone, instead Ghost of tillandsia, haunting harmonica, In my head I go northeast, east To my picnic fantasy I go northeast, east Baldessin amongst the trees Ray Davies (The Kinks), I go to sleep, 1965 Lord, won’t you build me, a big studio?
My house is all full up, I got no-where to go I walk down the hallway, and bang my elbow Oh Lord, won’t you build me, a big studio? Lord, won’t you buy me, a new etching press? I’d quite like an Enjay. Hell, I’ll take MES The spoon aint a’cuttin’ it, though I’ve tried my best Oh Lord, won’t you buy me, a new etching press? Lord, won’t you buy me, a fine drying rack? I’ve covered the benches, the stairs out the back The floor and the furniture, with prints too wet to stack Oh Lord, won’t you buy me, a fine drying rack? Lord, won’t you build me, a big studio? My house is all full up, I got no-where to go I walk down the hallway, and bang my elbow Oh Lord, won’t you build me, a big studio? Oh Lord, won’t you build me, a big studio? Janis Joplin, Michael McClure & Bob Neuwirth, Mercedes Benz, 1970 Big open sky, eternally blue
The mighty Murray, meandering through I’ve booked my workshop, out at La Trobe Picked up some mandies from the side of the road I wanna go, I’ve been waiting, Three years to the day Take me take me take me Take me to Mildura And lock me in the Art Vault Got my litho stone I feel like sticking around The Latje Latje, the Barkindji too A smokin’ welcome with a didgeridoo, Top master printers from all over the land (I hear they’ve even got a printmaking band!) I wanna go, I’ve been waiting, Three years to the day Take me take me take me Take me to Mildura And lock me in the Art Vault Got my litho stone I feel like sticking around Julie, Sasha, Robyn Archer, Stephanos, Stephanos Heard all the latest at the symposia Could this be printmaking Utopia? I’m on a houseboat, isn’t it sweet? Rapt up in Sheridan, I don’t mean the sheets I wanna go, I’ve been waiting, Three years to the day Take me take me take me Take me to Mildura And lock me in the Art Vault Got my litho stone I may never leave town Take me to Mildura The APT Mildura Take me take me to Mildura The APT Mildura…. Al Green & Mabon, “Teenie” Hodges, Take me to the River, 1974 |
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