Word: nero
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There is also the somewhat cliched analog of Nero's Rome to Nixon's America. We must see violence naked of its grandeur. We must, as Senelick says, leave the theatre unable to speak of the metaphysics of a work a tragedy. We must rather allow ourselves to be immersed in the tragedy and violence itself. This is close to Artaud's Theater of Cruclty, and is certainly viable...
...guts." The daring young man was do-it-yourself George Plimpton, who has tried just about everything else. This caper was for a TV special, Plimpton at the Circus. Besides the trapeze, the Paper Lion took on the "taming" of a pair of real lions named Nero and John-John...
...disrepair of the art of their time, and look back wistfully to past classics. Having thus conveniently suspended the present in cultural malaise, the two head off to a banquet/orgy given by Trimalchio. a fat old fart whom Petronius, the author of the original Satyricon, patterned after the Emperor Nero. The debauch at the party is complete, happily (for me) beyond the descriptive power of adjectives and adverbs. Merriment is cooled by a breach of good taste when Eumolphus accuses Trimalchio of plagiarizing Lucretius, Obviously he is correct, for Trimalchio immediately orders him thrown into a fire...
...Director Federico Fellini has always been half in love with his main target: decadence. His favorite gallery is Rome, where the extravagances of the Via Veneto add daily calories to the Sweet Life. The Appian Way leads into the past, into the harsh, lurid revels of Petronius, who mocked Nero's ancient Sybarites with the first Satyricon. Although only fragments of that manuscript survive, they are enough to reveal a Homeric spoof. The hilariously ignoble hero, Encolpius (sometimes translated as "the Crotch"), is a randy homosexual. His wanderings lead him not to godlike beings but to all too human...
...Philip Smith smiles benevolently and says that you are not fat; it's just that "your chest has fallen a bit." Sucking in your stomach, you proceed into the lush, hushed inner sanctum of the Men's Spa. The design is Spanish modern, the ambience neo-Nero. Through glass walls you see a garden with a Roman pool gurgling in the sun. Stationed here and there like bouncers are the "gentlemen technicians," muscular young men in tight, white T-shirts who seem to be flaunting their triceps...