Word: messing
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...vest is slightly spotted; he is real," said Sloan approvingly of a visiting Irish painter, J.B. Yeats, father of the poet. Luks boasted that he could paint with a shoestring dipped in lard and tar. The artist, smearing oily gunk on a cloth with bristles, is immersed in mess--a manual worker of images. This makes him one with the city and its people. For poetic spirit, he should emulate Walt Whitman, learning to embrace the body of the city and contain multitudes, dirt and all. The masculine realism of Winslow Homer inspired all the Ashcan artists--they, especially Henri...
...endless freight train snake past, Forbes looks not at the parade of colorful boxcars but only at his watch. The atmosphere inside is more like a hushed corporate boardroom than a vehicle for Steve's Excellent Adventure. Muted conversation between the few staffers--no music, no mess, no jokes. Journalists are loaded into a small room at the back and then ushered quietly into the main cabin for interviews...
Parker, in Robinson's hands, is doubly damned, both by his self-destructiveness and his awareness of his own role in this destruction. In one scene, he warns a young man not to make the mistakes he has made with drugs and alcohol: "If you mess with that shit you miss the best years of your life, years of pure creation". "Live Bird" makes us realize just how much we've missed out on in losing Charlie Parker so young...
...expects them to improvise their half of the dialogue. These minor excesses are not enough to mar the subtle, touching portrait of Parker painted by Robinson's "Live Bird". Unfortunately, this is just the type of self-indulgence and excess that inflates "Alley Cats" into a cartoonish and unsuccessful mess...
...Alley Cats" is quite possibly theater at its worst. Robinson seems to have lost all the restraint, subtlety of message and clarity of vision which makes "Live Bird" a satisfying drama. The cast of "Alley Cats" is unspeakably poor, except for Robinson himself and drummer Dwight Hart. The whole mess is like a childish scribble obscuring the quality of Robinson's music. One can only hope that Robinson either returns to the more focused, steady approach of "Live Bird" or abandons drama altogether in favor of his music. If "Alley Cats" is any indication, Robinson's career may mimic that...