When that I was a little tiny boy
With a heigh-ho, the wind and the rain
A foolish thing was but a toy
For the rain it raineth ev'ry day
But when I came to man's estate
With a heigh-ho, the wind and the rain
'Gainst thieves and knaves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth ev'ry day.
But when I came, alas!, to wive
With a heigh-ho, the wind and the rain
By swaggering never could I thrive,
For the rain it raineth ev'ry day.
A great while ago the world begun
With a heigh-ho, the wind and the rain
But that's all one, our play is done
And we'll strive to please you every day.
Degenerate Art Exhibitions: from 1937 Germany, USA and France.
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How do we remember art exhibitions held decades ago? This question is the
key to an understanding of post-modernist practices. *Reesa Greenberg*
called it ...
17 hours ago
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