Word: sarcophagi
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...most important new trend signaled by Documenta IV. Edward Kienholz's grotesque nude on a sewing machine inhabits a macabre room furnished like a brothel. New York's Paul Thek shows a roomful of chunks of dead flesh sculpted in wax. Italy's Michelangelo Pistoletto presents sarcophagi and chest-high chamber pots. Sweden's Oyvind Fahlstrom is represented by Firing Squad, a plastic snowbank filled with cryptic symbols including L.B.J. on a cross, bugs and butterflies...
...21st century, the mass has been identified by scientists, who have traced its radio signal back to Jupiter. A spaceship, Discovery I, is dispatched to that remote planet. Aboard are two conscious astronauts (Keir Dullea and Gary Lockwood) and three hibernating scientists sealed like mummies in sarcophagi. Also on board is Hal, a computer-pilot programmed to be proud of his job and possessed of a wistful, androgynous voice...
Fear of Idolatry. Early Christians, following the second commandment's injunction against graven images, at first frowned on artistic expression. Eventually, in catacombs and cemeteries, pictorial art did appear in frescoes and sarcophagi reliefs, but statuary is so rare that scholars have concluded that it was once forbidden. The principal exception is the figure of a shepherd carrying a wounded sheep across his shoulders. With classical Greek sculptures of Hermes as a ready model, it was so common that even given the Christian significance of Jesus as the Good Shepherd, it was not considered idolatrous...
...oldest alphabetical inscription at a Lebanon site in 1922, went on to spend 20 years excavating at the Nile Delta town of Tanis, onetime capital of ancient Egypt, uncovering through the years three mummies of Pharaohs from the 21st and 22nd dynasties, their gold death masks and silver sarcophagi still intact; of pulmonary congestion; in Paris...
...book and lyrics, but apparently their thinkwell ran dry. The initial notion sounds funny: to explore the antics of a special tribe of New Yorkers who shun the workaday rat race by turning into moles. They doze at Grand Central, sleep on subways, and even rest in the Egyptian sarcophagi at the Metropolitan Museum. They are not exactly bums, but grey flannel grifters who sponge off friends, walk dogs, and ring Christmas bells as charity Santas...