Word: groundful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...only common ground of the paintings on exhibit is that each was conceived on French soil during this century. Everything from Bonnard's impressionism to mirror-mobiles by Argentinian Julio le Parc can be found in it. Regrettably, in cutting back the show to fit limited gallery space here in Boston, the very most recent works--pop, op, neo-surrealist, have born the brunt of sacrifice. The point of the show, and the point of Paris, is its newness, excitement and freedom. No one has ever accused Boston of the same...
...easy enough for a reviewer to dig enough dirt out of William Surface's book to put him under ground (not underground) forever. The Poisoned Ivy is ludi-crously poorly organized, pieced together with the kind of choppy incoherence that insures no reader will be able to read this book for ten minutes without having to put it down...
...four-hour journey took eight hours. In one small town along the tracks, Colonia, family held up a bedsheet with the words "We'll miss you Bobby" scratched upon it. In Menuchen, an elderly Negre fell on his knees touching the ground with his forehead and stretched out his arms, hat in hand, toward the train. Everywhere, men and women pressed their fists to their mouths, their faces hard with grief...
Roar of the Antique. While their risks are lower on the ground, old-car fanciers yield nothing to the airplane addicts in their fervor for the old and authentic. Proof of their enthusiasm was the 20,000 who showed up last Sunday in Brookline, Mass., to preview Parke-Bernet's old-car auction of 65 antique and classic models. For antique collectors, brass is gold, since 1915 is the year when most designers stopped using brass as trim. Thus, when a bright yellow 1913 Mercer Raceabout, model 35-J, with a "monocle" windshield, restored by retired Los Angeles Fireman...
...This new book is further evidence that as a fictioneer Baldwin is in great danger of becoming drearily irrelevant. Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone rambles like a milk train over the same run that Baldwin covered in Another Country, creaks over the same hard ground, sounds the same blast about the Negro's condition, rattles the same rationale for homosexuality: "My terrible need to lie down, to breathe deep, to weep long and loud, to be held in human arms, almost any human arms, to hide my face in any human breast, to tell...