Word: pores
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Diane Arbus subjected her "freaks" to a glaring white light that revealed every pore and blemish. Her photographs are often cruel but not easily forgotten. Her approach is obviously not the only valid one--sympathy and affection are just as legitimate responses for the photographer to have to his subject as clinical detachment. But Dorfman fails to use her emotional response as a means to create a compelling image and in doing so, fails to fulfill one of the photographer's essential responsibilities...
While Edmondson is a deft public speaker, Bellmon, who looks more like a Green Bay Packer than a Senator, never knows what to do with his hands and stumbles over every speech. But that wins him sympathy. "Pore Henry," Oklahomans say somewhat admiringly, "cain't speak worth a damn." Bellmon by a hair...
...Augustine's "Confessions," Machiavelli's, "The Prince," Kant's "Religion Within the Limits of Reason Alone," Nietzsche's "The Birth of Tragedy." As you read a few lines here, a few there, the printed words slowly vanish and are replaced by an image of yourself dressed in Renaissance robes, poring over an illuminated manuscript in an Erasmus-like tower. You lean over and look out the window at the little groups of women walking to market and children playing tag, a couple of lovers smiling at one another in the grass, and a frown comes over your face, you shake...
...provided $5,400 to student antigovernment agitators. Actually, his prosecution probably stemmed as much from his barbed poetry as from his relatively innocuous actions against Park. A typical portion of his Five Bandits describes ministers and vice ministers: "They waddle from obesity, and sediment seeps from every pore/ ... They command the national defense/ with their golf club in their left hand/ While fondling the breasts of their mistresses with their right...
...moldings, mullions and floorboards in The Invisible World, 1954, is rendered with scrupulous, not to say stolid exactitude: it is a real room looking on a real sea in (one imagines) some provincial resort on the Belgian coast. But what is that boulder doing there with every pore and crack of its surface emulated in Magritte's slow, gray pigment to remind us of its equal reality? It is intolerable: no metaphor provides an exit, no rational explanation will do, while the very technique of Magritte's drawing and painting keeps denying the presence of fantasy...