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  • Kyle Knobel

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    This month in ATA’s store-front window and in the Gallery, work by Kyle
    Knobel.

  • Increasing in Significance

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    Increasing in Significance conveys four simultaneous acts of dizzying repetition and combines seemingly disparate sources of inspiration: Johannes Kepler, the mathematician who discovered the elliptical orbits of planets and Buster Keaton, the silent film actor and director. Exploiting the illusionism of relative motion, the camera captures the necessity of an individual trying to keep pace with a constantly moving environment while revealing the ultimate futility, and humor, of that effort.

  • ATV ..What can I possibly say?

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    Famous Blue Raincoat

    It’s four in the morning, the end of December

    I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better

    New York  is cold, but i like where l’m living

    There’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening

    I hear  that your building your little house deep in the desert

    You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record

    Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair

    She said that you gave it to her

    That night that you planned to go clear

    Did you ever go clear?

    Ah the last time we saw you you looked so much older

    Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder

    You’d been to the station to meet every train

    And you came home without lili Marlene

    And you treated my woman to a flake of your life

    And when she came back she was nobody’s wife

    Well i see there with  the  rose in your teeth

    One more thin gypsy thief

    Well I see jane’s awake–

    She sends her regards

    And what i tell my brother, my killer

    What can i possibly say?

    I guess that i miss you, I guess I forgive you

    I glad you stood in my way.

    If you evercome by here, for jane or for me

    Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free

    Yes, and thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes

    I thought it was there for good so i never tried

    And Jane came by with a lock of your hair

    She said that you had gave it to her

    That night that you planned to go clear—

    Sincerely , L. Cohen