Word: earful
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Charlie rejects his father's loving attitude, risking cynicism to confront reality. Yet Da whispers inescapably in his ear, whining a little, laughing a little, somehow a step behind and a step ahead...
...saved by wandering Tartar tribesmen who wrapped his traumatized body in felt and fat (thereby planting the germ of Beuys' later obsessive interest in fat and felt as art materials, emblems of healing and magic), have for his followers almost joined Van Gogh's ear in the hagiography of modern art. After refusing for years to exhibit at an American museum in protest against the Viet Nam War, Beuys is now having a retrospective, organized by the English art curator Caroline Tisdall, at the Guggenheim in New York City...
...hooked claw," evolving "psychic protuberances that penetrated and embraced his mind." Just in case you didn't get it, in "The Journal of the Leper," the leprous creature is no longer loved by his woman once he is cured. So instead his characters learn to withdraw; they stick wax ear plugs in their ears like the unidentified man in "Commercial" and block out all but the "subterranean whistling noise" of their own breathing...
...both Henry Higgins (Hollander) and Eliza Doolittle (Tompsett) turn in standardized and mediocre performances. Tompsett's voice is low and well-modulated with a slight Southern softening, and though she tries to shrill, her slummy "Garn..." resonates with upper-class tonality. You can't make a sow's ear out of a silk purse. Only in scenes when Eliza is supposed to be furious with Higgins does Tompsett cast of her placid demeanor, and then she sizzles: her eyes splash cyanide when she seethes, "Just You Wait, 'enry 'iggins." She cannot sustain her fury, however; when Higgins dishes strawberry tarts...
Kevin White is standing on a street corner in the North End and smiling from ear to ear. He's not too far away to be talking about Quincy Market and his downtown accomplishments with some lady who lives just off of Prince St. But, as always, the mayor is thinking about something else. White's familiar figure struts up the street and what's left of his now-white hair glows in the cold sunshine. If he's not already there, the mayor is fast approaching mid-life crisis. If he's not mayor of Boston again, there...