Word: ries
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...which side are the savages? On which side is barbarism?" His answer is that they are now on the French side. He hears the equivalent of the native tom-toms in the automobile horns with which the French ultras like to beat out the rhythm Al-gé-rie fran-çaise. "The unification of the Algerian people is producing the disintegration of the French people. Terror has left Africa and established itself here in France. Violence thus comes full circle, going this way and that way until, step by step, we are going native...
Chanting Algérie algérienne, the demonstrators at first shuffled peacefully by in the rain. But at the Rond-point de la Défense, just outside Neuilly, the rabble borrowed its tactics from French extremists in Algiers and Oran: slashing tires, overturning cars, shattering shop windows. Shots rang out and police, flailing night sticks and heavily weighted capes, clashed headlong with...
...from their homes when the police arrived. The rest of the white settler population, confined by a 9 p.m. curfew, gathered on balconies and roofs, threw rocks and vegetables at police search parties and beat pots and pans in the three-short-two-long rhythm of "Al-gé-rie Fran-çaise...
...coming peace talks, were delirious with joy at the news of the revolt. They took to the streets in cheering crowds and drove about Algiers in their cars, sounding three short honks and two long ones on their horns, symbolizing the old ultra battle cry: Al-gé-rie Fran-çaise. They scarcely cared that the army was not fighting primarily for the colons, whom it scorns, but for its own concept of army honor. Humiliated in World War II, defeated again at Dienbienphu, France's career soldiers are obsessed with proving that they can win a campaign...
...creates nothing visible." Indeed, he calls his art "a voyage through the void of the immaterial." At times Klein's work becomes so immaterial it does not even exist. In his last Paris show he offered for $600 something called A Zone of Immaterial Sensibility, hors série. It was nothing but the "gallery atmosphere...