Word: graffitiing
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...window in Rome. It glowers over a meeting of young German Socialists at Hannover-Linden and a student gathering at Vincennes University on the outskirts of Paris. The name is scrawled on buildings and walls from Norway to Sicily, sometimes in elaborate quotations but most often only in simple graffiti. "Viva Marx!" says a slogan scribbled on a building near the University of Barcelona. More than a thousand miles away on a gray stucco wall in West Berlin, a splash of whitewash exults: "Marx lebt [Marx lives...
Never another visit to Tralfamadore? "No!" says Kurt Vonnegut, squinting into the sun. "Never again." Breakfast of Champions is ultra-Vonnegut-marked by melancholy and self-indulgence, most visible in the graffiti-style drawings he has scattered through it. But it is a true creation, and true creations do not die - thus Noah and his Ark, the Adventure of the Norwood Builder and Son of Frankenstein. And soon...
This is the territory he calls art brut-"raw art." Its landscape includes the gay scribblings of children, the darker grotesqueries of madmen's art and the limitless repertory of graffiti and folk images-naive, threatening, bizarre or just plain corny-that lies between...
...that insists that man is the flower of the universe and can, by force and subtlety of intellect, control it. His images assert the opposite: a nude becomes a lump of hairy pink clay with a pinhead, swagging numbles and a skin so gouged by fissures, cracks and graffiti that it is on the verge of turning into a landscape. The hierarchy of human to animal to vegetable to mineral is abolished; the popeyed homunculi who scurry like moles through his landscapes or rear up, delicately rainbow-tinted like decaying fungi, in paintings such as Extravagant Lady, 1954 (opposite...
...four words: Louis Armstrong, Charlie Parker." Satchmo died at 71 on July 6, 1971, his name a household word; but 18 years have passed since Charlie ("Bird") Parker died, broke and burned out at 34. Except to jazz buffs, his name is barely remembered. No longer do such graffiti as "Bird lives!" appear on subway walls. Yet sooner or later Parker's genius confronts anyone who listens to jazz seriously...