Word: artists
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...ocean. At the edge. I have sympathy for the outlaw, the deviant. I am attracted by something extreme. I like to see real crazy people. That's why I live in New York. It is kind of a boil. You can really see the sickness there. As an artist, who must deal with these things, I am a little proud to have existed through all this. I'm a little bit crazy myself...
...want to be an artist, you risk falling on your face. I live near the Bowery. Between the artist and the bum, there is little difference...
...movie about himself. In the beginning, Frank is seen talking to the director of the American Film Institute, the sponsors, explaining why he abandoned the music. "Fuck the music! This is going to be a film about me." And the film deals with his struggles as an artist, Frank has an actress play himself. Certain scenes are tinted red to reflect his internal struggle. The dialogue teeters on eloquence, but oftimes fails. Although the direct explication of his problems seems honest enough, the film seems to put a cloud between us and Frank's core. But there is a searing...
Died. Rockwell Kent, 88, noted artist and acerbic Socialist; in Plattsburg, N.Y. Poet Louis Untermeyer called him "not a person at all, but an organization." His first small success came in 1914 as an illustrator; Kent incorporated himself, sold shares in Artist Kent, Inc. and headed for Alaska. The resulting art was so successful that he bought the outstanding shares in himself and dissolved the corporation. His mature works, especially illustrations for volumes of Shakespeare, Melville, Whitman and Chaucer, have become collectors' items. An admirer of the Soviet Union, he had his passport revoked in 1950; when the Soviets...
...book's case against James seems the angriest and least clear. Anderson's debatable point is that as an arch-"imperial-self novelist" James made the artist more important than his real subject: life. Anderson gets even grouchier when dealing with his fellow critics, who have been "emotional collaborators" in all this madness. "It is a well-kept secret essential to understanding the cultural moment," he writes bitterly, "that those over thirty who are occupied with literature believe works of art to be more real than life...