Word: pencilings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...pleasant arias and one superb septet, there is very little in the Savage that suggests its composer's grand reputation. The music could have been written any time after 1850, and the libretto could have been improved by almost anyone with 15 minutes and a pencil. "I would look like a fool, I have never been to school" constitutes a rhyme, but it is a rhyme Menotti shares with the composer of a pop song called Stupid Cupid that was big last year...
...modest chunks over a period of several weeks. As no pat theme lends coherence to the fall issue, nothing will be lost in the way of continuity. And, gourmandizing thus bit by bit, you will be able to winnow the tough from the tender, and wield the red pencil of your mind more boldly than the editors have done. After this belated moulting, the fall Advocate will be more fair than fowl...
ROBERT BEAUCHAMP-Green, 15 West 57th. Crimson-stained harpies perform jungle witchery and nature attends the gleeful, macabre rites. The artist is the real sorcerer: his brash and bleeding colors, laid on with the free brushstroke of the German expressionists, are bewitching. Besides the oils, some drawings in pencil and crayon. Through...
...usual, they were dillies, a superbly executed potpourri inspired by Bali's antic muse. There were subtle pencil drawings of nudes, erotic washes produced by the inky wiggling of a live baby octopus, fiery battle scenes with paint laid on thick enough to thrill a pastry chef. Of course, there was also his super-surrealism, typically in GALACIDALACIDEOXYRIB ONUCLEICACID (Homage to Crick and Watson), a title so long that it resorts to a parenthetical remark. In a slick equation of Botticelli and biochemistry, Dali portrays a translucent God lifting the dead Christ into heaven, superimposed on the molecular structure...
Trembling Rich. George Smith is the unlikely name of his daydream figure. Smith is such a man as Manhattan's subway millions have dreamed of being. With nothing but a pad and pencil in Room 604 of a building in Owl Street, somewhere downtown, he makes uncounted millions, and the market shudders at his whim. Like sable-jowled Novelist Donleavy himself, he is dark, saturnine, aloof from human contact. The rich tremble before him; only a few poor whom he selects to honor know his great heart. Contemptuous of woman when lured into sex he is more potent than...