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...Pontiff's visit. At Mount Hagen, from an altar covered with a thatched roof and lavishly decorated with hibiscus, orchids, bougainvillea and battle shields, the Pope made a plea for permanent peace to the crowd of almost 130,000. Then he gave Communion to warriors who glistened with pig fat and wore head dresses of black hawk feathers and crimson and golden plumes from the bird of paradise...
Behind his back, some of his entourage called him "the candidate." There was the somber and fastidious President of France, barnstorming across the U.S. last week like a practiced old pol. He rapped about jazz in the South, cradled a squealing suckling pig in the Midwest, shook hands with demonstrators in the West, and pressed Legion of Honor medals on every mayor he met. He barely speaks a word of English, but it hardly mattered. When François Mitterrand gushed, "J'aime le peuple Americain," everybody got the message...
...truly frightening thing about men who call searching for dates at women's colleges "pighunting" is that their sense of humanity is limited, they justify their behavior by the fact these women are willing and therefore unworthy of consideration. Any person that would view a woman on a pig or a cow fresh for the slaughter might also view Jews. Blacks and homosexuals, or any other group that is alienated from them an less than human...
...woman can simply cross the street. Vulgar sexism becomes far more threatening, however, within a close-knit campus, such as Harvard's, precisely because men and women are so closely intermingled--usually in an impressive display of peaceful coexistence. To realize that the same men who "joke" about pig feast may be the guys through the fire door, is to feel suddenly ill at case among what was thought to be a family of sorts. In a moment, it's Harvard as Freshman Mixer all over again...
...Zaga, 1983, or Cantileve, 1983, when one gets down to the detail, begin with a profusion of animal and botanical spare parts that Graves has cast directly in bronze. The things in her delirious lexicon of shapes include the fiddleheads of giant ferns, fragments of woven rattan, dried anchovies, pig intestines from the Chinese market below Canal Street in New York City, leaves of the Monstera deliciosa (another bow of homage, this time to Matisse, in whose late works that indoor plant is a constant character), broccoli stems, bamboo fans, the seed pods and roots of lotus, gourds, warty cucumbers...