Word: fleshed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Like Male Rockettes. The few girls in the troupe are fetchingly swaddled in neck-length nylons. The men seem to be clad in flesh-colored BVDs on which someone has apparently traced the entire human nervous system. The net effect is rather unhinging, like watching a platoon of nude male Rockettes undergoing surgery...
Expert beyond experience, He knew the anguish of the marrow The ague of the skeleton; No contact possible to flesh Allayed the fever of the bone...
...come who screams with infernal glee as he opens the vials of vituperation on the heads of humankind. His passions are scoriae, his imagination a holocaust. His wit is an indentured imp that leaps to any bidding-it can tickle the funny bone, attack with acid, fry living flesh on a deadpan, reach down the throat of a corpse and come up with a ghastly guffaw. His language is bare, strong, lucid, manly: perhaps the most intensely concentrated prose ever written in English. In energy he is the last Elizabethan; not even Shakespeare's Lear surpasses the vigor...
Brillat-Savarin should have eaten so well. As a table fish, the steelhead offers the best of both its worlds: its flesh has the pink color and high fat content of a saltwater salmon, the delicacy and firmness of a fresh-water trout. Stuffed with onion, lined with bacon strips, drenched in tomato sauce, wrapped in foil and roasted over an open fire, the steelie is enough to make a gourmand out of a gourmet. But it is the sport, not the stomach, that makes a steelhead fisherman. Snorts one oldtimer: "Catching a steelhead for food is like visiting...
...last week there it all was, 60 works in Chicago's Art Institute, in a fantasia of wattles, dewlaps and varicose veins, the lifetime work of Chicago's painter laureate. It is an exhibition for strong stomachs. Limbs were blotched and misshapen, rolls of flesh sagged swollen and pocked. In the background of the paintings were tumbles of battered objects, microscopically detailed, and all in ripe decay. Presiding over this exhumation was the master himself, smooth jowled, red cheeked and full of protesting innocence. "What I am really trying to do is to make a coherent statement about...