Word: excremention
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...team of architects and sociologists who were studying why the notorious Pruitt-Igoe public housing project in St. Louis was being torn apart by the people who lived in it. Every public area-the lobbies, the laundries and mail rooms-was a mess, literally. There was human excrement in the halls. Except in one small area on each floor of each building. You had to go through a fire door and then you were in a little hallway separating two apartments. This little hall was spotless-you could eat off the floor. When we called out to each other...
...residents of Rio de Janeiro are enormously fond of their splendid Copacabana beach. So are the 25,000 dogs that live in the area and litter it with some 21 tons of excrement a day. After pondering the complaints of barefoot beach strollers, Copacabana officials offered a solution of sorts: a series of installations named the "Pipi...
...seemingly hopeless cases can benefit from professional attention. The girls spend their days sitting, standing or lying in a large, marble-floored room that resembles Sar tre's vision of hell. Bare and highceilinged, its walls covered with flaking green paint, the room is redolent of sweat, urine, excrement-and despair. Many of the patients are incontinent; the few attendants are kept busy changing them or putting clothes back on those who keep tearing them off. There is no time left to carry out rehabilitation programs. "It just kills me," says one attendant. "We're so busy that...
...learn from them-if you want to." I wanted to. I read Wilhelm Stekel, who authored my favorite vaudeville bill, Wandering Mania, Dipsomania, Pyromania and Other Allied Impulsive Acts. And I read George Orwell, who let me know that I was not the first adolescent to be obsessed with excrement (he compared his Pencey to a "tightrope over a cesspool"). I read Albert Camus' Notebooks and stumbled on a paragraph that illumined, I think, the Salinger myth: "I withdrew from the world not because I had enemies, but because I had friends. Not because they...
...Elizabeth and Jack demanding a re-trial. But it was soon escalated out of hand by the prison authorities. I was first threatned with and then put into solitary confinement for punishment on bread and water. The cell contained nothing but a wooden stool and a bucket for excrement. At night time the stool could be exchanged for straw mattresses (this was the "de-luxe" cell). I refused to eat the bread and the prison authorities escalated it all the way--no water! I went two days and two nights without touching a drop of water or any food...