Word: fats
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Wear Daily, once Yves's leading fan, called his work "poor" and urged him to "shake off the weirdo and kooky influences." Others blamed Good Chum Andy Warhol for the campier aspects of Yves's latest line. WWD nevertheless sought an interview with its victim. Fat chance. "You haven't tried to understand Yves," a St. Laurent spokesman pouted, turning down the request. "You are trying to destroy Yves . . . you've broken the windows...
...elegies of dispossession: of that dark tract between social role and inner imagination whose verbal maps were drawn by Kubin's Middle European contemporary, Franz Kafka. The Guilt, 1902, is quintessential Kubin: a starveling figure immersed to his knees in water, bent double under the weight of a fat, disaffected-looking seal-slimy, absurd and immovable. The beast is not even malevolent enough to make his victim look brave. It was with such images that alienation became identifiable as a state of art and its rule over the European imagination began...
...went on to describe the dictator in images redolent of death, decay and sickness. Stalin's "fingers are fat as grubs," his "cockroach whiskers leer," his laws are like horseshoes to fling "at the head, the eye or the groin." One version of the poem ended with Stalin savoring every execution like a raspberry...
...continues for at least twelve hours. He has a compulsion to use every minute effectively. Once, during an exceptionally long meeting, an executive asked to be excused so that he could go to the men's room. As he rose, Carlson handed him a fat file. "While you are in there," he said, "why don't you look over this material...
...intern can lose his nerve the first time he cuts open a live human being. "It went horribly," admits Dr. William Nolen, recalling his own baptism, a routine appendectomy, at Manhattan's Bellevue Hospital 17 years ago. "My knot-tying proficiency had melted away. My fingers, greasy with fat, simply would not perform. My ties slipped off the vessels, the sutures snapped in my fingers; at one point I even managed to tie the end of my rubber glove into the wound...