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Early sacerdotal portraits of this kind are seldom seen in the West, because most of the surviving ones remain in their temples and are the most sacred of cult objects. The Zen master sits in the lotus position on a plain bench; his robe falls almost to the ground; a pair of empty slippers fit below its hem. Its spread belies the slenderness of the old priest, who was probably about 80 when the likeness was made. His face is all parchment and bone. The prow of a nose and the jutting underlip have a fierce antique gravity, like Renaissance...
...whose total cynicism masks his despair, to Marcel, an artist who finds animals more interesting than people and who is preoccupied with the fate of the whale, to Madeleine, an efficient secretary who espouses tantrism and returns constantly to the value of holding back one's semen so the lotus will explode in one's head. But they are all borderline cases, and they know it. Despite their ideological differences, they learn in the course of the movie to accept each others' eccentricities--none of them is any better adjusted to the world in which they find themselves than...
...Rome's Fiumicino Airport, Italian plainclothesmen arrest two Orientals on a flight from Bangkok, whose suitcases yield 44 lbs. of lumpy gray-brown No. 3 heroin, hidden in carvings of elephants, pagodas and lotus leaves...
...that, the treasures retain the grandeur of mystery too. A wooden head of Tutankhamun, shown as the sun-god emerging from a lotus plant in daily rebirth, stares outward with a gaze that is as candid, guileless-and impenetrably secretive-as a cat's. Nearly every one of the 55 artworks seems a confident invocation of the idea of permanence. "To speak the names of the dead is to make them live again," said the ancient Egyptians. This superb show eloquently illustrates that point...
THIS KIND OF Lotus-eaters imagery deludes many Westerners into viewing the East as lush, exotic, and unique. On the ferry from Algeciras to Tangier it's easy to become engrossed admiring the approaching scenery and to ignore one's fellow passengers--dispirited, unromantic, impoverished North African laborers. It's tempting to affect an eighteenth-century gentleman merchant's self-esteem when brought mint tea and invited to inspect carpets and bolts of silk in a Moroccan bazaar. But the rotting garbage in the streets is probably more typical of the real East. And to queries about the nature...