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...choice-sometimes, it is true, bending to sentimentality but in his best work at the service of an elusive poetry of mood. The painter would like to be invisible, to have his subjects treat him as if he were not there. "You see, I'm a secretive bastard. I wish I could paint without me existing, that just my hands were there." This is theater as concealment, rather than display-the obverse of N.C. Wyeth's costume dramas. And it connects to the secretive postures of Andrew Wyeth's human subjects, painted looking away or from...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Fact as Poetry | 9/3/1973 | See Source »

...where men are men and no pseudo-psychological bullshit is required or even considered, let alone practiced, where you tell a player to eat dirt or nails or manure, and he does it with the meniality of an army private at the feet of an impenetrable and grizzled sergeant-bastard-god-the-father. Ralph Goldston, who was without a doubt the earthiest most graphic and explicit person ever to instruct a Harvard athlete, who found that Cambridge was a nice place to visit but however to begin, to continue, or ever to consider coaching at. Goldston, a man who never...

Author: By Peter A. Landry, | Title: Where Have All the Heroes Gone? | 9/1/1973 | See Source »

...nationally-renowned and world-traveled Radcliffe crew remains, too. Emerging like an unwanted bastard child from the shadow of Harry Parker demigod across the Charles, Radcliffe's crew program began in September and ended in August, traversing the entire eastern seaboard and extending during the humid and oppressive summer months from the fetid, unpalatable and wretched Charles River waters to the ancient, mysterious, and tradition-laden hinterland of Europe: Moscow, Bursting from its oblivion-ridden past with the dazzle of a resurrected phoenix, though never resurrected, not even dead because it was born for the first and only time...

Author: By Peter A. Landry, | Title: Where Have All the Heroes Gone? | 9/1/1973 | See Source »

...year or so he'll be in again, here or someplace else, and I'll be talking to some other bastard, or maybe even you again, and we'll try another one and he'll go away again. Is there any end to this shit? Does anything ever change in this racket?" "Hey, boss," the prosecutor said, "don't take it so hard. Some of us die, the rest of us get older, new guys come, old guys disappear. It changes every...

Author: By Sarah M. Wood, | Title: Coyle's Kind of Friend Nobody Needs | 8/17/1973 | See Source »

...anything personal you understand, but it just has to be done...So you stick out the hand and... they put your fingers in the drawer, and then one of them kicks it shut. Ever hear bones breaking? Just like a man snapping a shingle. Hurts like a bastard...

Author: By Sarah M. Wood, | Title: Coyle's Kind of Friend Nobody Needs | 8/17/1973 | See Source »

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