Word: hellings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Beauty has never been the exclusive subject of artists, or even their aim. As poets and painters have discovered over the centuries, hell is far more dramatic than heaven. Most painters look with an equal eye on both, as the fancy moves them. But some few, and among them some of the great, have had an ob session for the ugly, and seemed intent on making it uglier. Like T. S. Eliot's Webster, they always saw the skull be neath the loveliest skin. In a time when many artists have become so detached that they try to banish...
...images of skinned-looking women or bloated, lecherous men as zestfully as Bosch him self, and sets them against the wall of a squalid Roman slum. Surrealistically oozing globules and pustules contrast with saints' pictures and comic-book illustrations. The result is an emphatically modern version of everyday hell, but it is more than merely nightmare for its own sake. The squalor usually serves to set off the loveliness of some ver dant Tuscan mountain landscape, distantly viewed. Of Exterior Wall with Landscape, he observes, "One might say that the window is the fantasy and the wall is reality...
...Susan seemed so sober and serious and responsible--she'd never do anything underhanded like what Jean did. But, hell, Jean did it, and she seemed to be a really fine girl herself! Damn, could they all be bitches? What if Susan didn't like the way he talked, or what he said, or what he wore, or what he looked like? What if he did something stupid? She'd pull the same damn trick!...noh, probably not, she was too sober to have developed that kind of thing to the art that Jean had--she'd probably come...
...living room, waiting, by nine. He sat in the hazardous old armchair and mediated upon the telephone. It reminded him of something biological; what? Yes, that picture in his tenth-grade biology book. A whole lot of snaky little cells and some great fat black ones. What the hell were those cells, anyway? Jesus, Martin thought, I can't remember anything any more. But it doesn't make any difference. Whatever that little one is, it sure looks comfortable lying up there--right in the groove." I mean a gross...
...MARTIN, NOW! TELL HER SHE'S A LYING GODDAMNED BITCH THAT SHE DOESN'T EVEN HATE A GREAT AUNT AND TO GO STRAIGHT TO HELL AND HAVE BLAST IN CONNECTICUT DAMN...