Word: art
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...feel the answer must come from the democratic process. A committee of students, faculty, administration, construction firm executives, and representatives of the art world should decide these questions. The committee would be called SFART (Student-Faculty Art). Its student-members would be elected by students in each House and its faculty members, of course, would be appointed by Dean Ford, (in keeping with traditions that transcend normal democracy.). Such a committee could handle these problems as they arise. In the meantime, on second thought, a stern warning from the Dean of Students will be enough to stay the malicious brushes...
...students from a section led by Richard B. Cluster '68 began painting the fence around noon and were joined by about 60 other students passing through the yard. At 1:15 p.m. a Harvard policeman, tried unsuccessfully to stop the students' art work. He refused to explain why the students could not paint the wall and asked for their bursar's cards...
Villanova took top team honors for the third year in a row with a score of 142. They outdistanced nearest contenders Stanford, USC, Colorado, and Minnesota. Mike Ryan of Air Force Academy captured individual laurels and was trailed by Georgetown's Steve Stageberg and Art Dulong of Holy Cross...
...Glee Club concerts at the still point of the burning world. "Song is the key," I reasoned, "for only the rapture of song links such disparate spirits as Arjuna, Chemosh, Mailer, Nixon, Tristan, Bruckner, and the confluence of latent universal souls thrashing about in the torpid light of Art. Let us ublimate the manifold contradictions of life in an decipherable moment of ineffable unity. And so, rowing Endgame on top of Presidential Power, and ling the ineluctable pull of some Taoist-Maoist dooms against my Captain Shotover-Thomist faith, I ded for Sanders to hear the Stravinsky Mass, and oral...
Holding my program like a chalice, I silently recited the catechism of all music reviewers: music reviewing is the art of conjuring penetrating irrelevancies with intractable grace. The severely controlled lyricism and hieratic sonorities of the Stravinsky Mass brought me to reflect on the decline of Western monisms into a congeries of mercanto-ecclesiastical hoaxes. This work could well be the last great Mass ever written. The Society's performance possessed a certain Antarctic charm completely devoid of devotional feeling, but was plunged into obliquy by mispronunciation in the Kyrie (Keer-eiyeh) and the sinusoidal vibrato of the soprano...