Word: interiore
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...about snooping and control, the characters have already exploited their potential for depth. Amidon’s people are flattened by the weight of his writing. “She might be twenty-one but she wasn’t born yesterday,” reads one attempt at interior monologue. Even when they finally spring into action, characters are stuck in the stiff mold Amidon has constructed with his prose. “Stuart was late for class. But he was never late for class”—Amidon often creates his tense mood with rigid contrasts...
...steadily, visually, against the walls of the mind. Gradually one gets one’s bearings, locating oneself within the discursive beauty. “How does it feel to be outside and inside at the same time, / The delicious feeling of the air contradicting and secretly abetting / The interior warmth?” asks Ashbery in “The Bungalows,” lines that could apply to his work itself...
...turned horse trainer, shuttled the family for years between Ireland and England. But by the age of 16, Bacon was in London, and living on his own with a small allowance from his mother and the assistance of various older men. Eventually he drifted into a career as an interior decorator while trying to find his way as a painter. But it wasn't until the 1940s that he arrived at the vocabulary of tortured forms against a flat backdrop that he would develop for the rest of his life...
Oddly, the steel-tube furnishings that Bacon favored as an interior designer in the '30s also found their way years later--in ghostly outline, stripped of any associations with fashion or taste--into the stark spaces and barred enclosures of his pictures. You detect them for the first time in his series of paintings from the 1950s that were drawn from the great Velzquez portrait of Pope Innocent X. Flickering white perimeters form a cage for the Pontiff's impotent fury. Why a Pope? With Bacon there's never one answer. His great gift was for visual and psychological...
...middle-class suburb with streets filled with single homes, one and two stories high, with garages and mom-and-pop shops, with interior patios and small gardens lined with flower pots, is the street where Adela lived with her husband and daughters. There, Jose Luis continues to mourn his wife. He wants her passing to have meaning. "What I want is [a piece of official] paper that says that she had this flu. I just want to see it in writing. I want my daughters to know that even in death she helped others. They say she was the first...