Word: bosch
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...work. It is besotted with style as an end in itself, and its delight in quotation naturally endears it to postmodernist taste. Sometimes it's tea-party Ensor, without the bilious satire; sometimes it's Rus sian ballet. There are traces of Elie Nadelman, Odilon Redon, Watteau, Hieronymus Bosch and an over-the-top capriccio of swimmers in some celestial spa titled Natatorium Undine, 1927. Her painting of a spring sale at Henri Bendel's, with ladies squabbling over the merchandise like angry hummingbirds, resembles a Pompeian grotesque translated into the 1920s. She liked caricature too. In the Cathedrals...
...teenage boys might be attracted to the classics if they knew about Homer's graphic descriptions of spear points ripping through flesh in The Iliad or the quarts of stage blood needed for any production of Titus Andronicus. As for sex, the lewd posturings in some paintings of Hieronymous Bosch would be rated NC-17 if they showed up at the multiplex...
...atmosphere at raves, what with drugs and music at 170 beats per minute, tended to be intense--a cross between Woodstock and Hieronymous Bosch's "The Garden of Earthly Delights." And so a cooling room was introduced. In the cooling room, ravers could come down from their highs while listening to a sort of music that came to be known as trance...
...then there was the sorry state of the globe he proposed to save. Patches of the Third World sank further into revolutionary bloodshed, disease and famine. The developed nations began to resemble weird updatings of Hieronymous Bosch: panoramas of tormented bodies, lashed, flailed and torn by the instruments of material self-gratification. Secular leaders dithered and disagreed and then did nothing about the slow death of Bosnia, the massacres in Rwanda...
...amazement can escalate into astonishment, that is the difference between Alegria and Mystere. From the black baby carriages at the beginning to the giant lumbering snail at the climax, director Franco Dragone peoples the stage with outlandish figures from a Bosch or Robert Wilson dreamscape. They have sad eyes or pinheads or faces on the backs of their heads, or they wander about pensively on stilt legs, passersby in the parade of life. They somnambulate while the acrobats somersault on a trampoline bent up at the ends, as others jump from one vertical pole to another using only leg power...