Word: forgotten
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...unofficially regarded as the maximum number of immigrants that could be processed in one day. However, during that spring, there were days when maximum capacity was exceeded twofold. They were jostled, pulled, pushed and misunderstood. There is the story of the Jew who cried out "Shoyn fargessen!" -- already forgotten -- only to have his name set down upon his documents as Sean Ferguson...
...major American condition to the secret negotiations. In a speech delivered in San Francisco, the Secretary of State said the U.S. would insist that not 39 but 46 American hostages be released "unharmed and unconditionally." In addition to those aboard TWA Flight 847, he was referring to the seven "forgotten hostages" who had been kidnaped one by one from the streets of Beirut during the previous 16 months. Berri has insisted that he did not have any control over the seven and did not even know where they are being held...
Throughout the bitter years in the U.S., during which Kertesz felt forgotten, he continued to photograph. Some of the most pungent images in the Chicago show were made in New York during the 1940s and '50s. Partial to the human scale of Paris, Kertesz had to adjust his eye to the magnitude and visual disarray of America. In the process, he saw things that a more acclimatized vision might miss. In one picture from 1947, the immense web work of the Queensboro Bridge is played against the finer lattice of the superstructure around some storage tanks. Then diagonal ranks...
...Hughes shuns the glitzy, social side of art, rarely attending gallery openings. Says he: "In this game it is better to be a hyena than a corgi. Critics who embed themselves too deeply in the art world run the risk of being sucked under." Few art dealers have forgotten a scalding satire of the SoHo gallery scene in New York City that Hughes wrote in the style of an Alexander Pope poem for the New York Review of Books last year...
...fourth book Robert Ward has attempted to update a half-forgotten relic of the '30s: the proletarian novel, with its idealized workers and smokestack suburbs. Ward's contemporary laborers are not moved by Woody Guthrie's lyrics; they rock to Mick Jagger and Aretha Franklin. They are not Dead End slum dwellers; they are Viet Nam vets and night-school dropouts. Their collars may be blue, but their lives run in the black: sheepskin jackets and vacations at the beach...