Word: monk
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...Milan apartment, on a dead-end street only a short walk from his office in Palazzo Durini, is a sort of luxury-class version of a Japanese monk's cell. He shares the seven rooms with a gray Persian cat named Micio. Except for Micio and a Japanese screen, practically everything in the living area was designed by Armani himself, who is mulling over the addition of furniture to his assorted ventures. Certainly the low couches and chairs here, all covered with satinized cotton, and the sculpted rectangular table in a favorite Armani shade of taupe, represent a strong...
DIED. Thelonious Monk, 64, brilliant and eccentric jazz pianist and founding father of bebop; of a stroke; in Englewood, N. J. As a teenager, Monk honed his highly personal style-skewed melodies, oblique harmonic progressions-in Harlem during the Depression with Trumpeter Dizzy Gillespie and Alto-Saxman Charlie ("Bird") Parker. He developed an angular breakaway from conventional jazz that came to be known as bebop and, finally, bop. His asymmetrical ideas had a powerful influence on modern jazz musicians and a whole generation of horn players, but Monk himself lapsed into virtual obscurity in the 1950s. Rescued by a series...
Dror and Nimrod, both 10, are the best of friends, and share a bedroom in the kibbutz. Dror wears glasses and looks professorial. Nimrod has a dreamer's face. His brown bangs are cut evenly like a monk's over a pair of eyes the same shade of brown. The boys' room is spare, full of sunlight and, like most boys' rooms, ridiculous. On the wall hang pictures of two white kittens, a deer, Popeye and Olive Oyl, and an El Al jet. The boys have done some pictures of their own. Dror displays a drawing of Begin and Sadat...
...cremation; and behind that, near a patch of sweet potatoes, the crematorium sits in a clearing under a shed, like a doll's chapel. There is no activity there today. But the wat itself is busy with a festival marking the last day of the Buddhist Lent. A monk in yellow sits cross-legged on a table, while children crouched in a circle burn incense. The smoke is supposed to fly to heaven in order to beckon their ancestors to descend and join them...
...slightly musty, secluded flat in Bologna, the red-brick provincial city whose reluctant cultural ornament he had become. In all his life he stepped out of Italy only to cross the border for a few brief trips into nearby parts of Switzerland. Il Monaco, one critic nicknamed him, the Monk: a big heavy man, gray on gray, shuffling between the dark outmoded tall-boys, painting little groups of bottles and tins, or a vase with one paper rose stuck...