Word: screaming
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Birthday, says the well-spoken former farmer, should express the hope offered by even the most forlorn birth. Giant plastic arrows express resurrection, even if with a tainted blatancy; the plastic bubble above the mannequin mother's mouth, actually a dimestore baby's plastic bubble, symbolizes a scream. It is theater, embalmed in translucent epoxy and cluttered with props-a ghostly coat rack, old sandals, an overnight case. But it deals with harsh reality. Says Kienholz, "We need to say these things: I'm a man. I'm an artist. I make a good sculpture...
Stop the Music. Saigon's suburban battle seldom makes the headlines. It is still largely the sentry's war of short, sharp encounters: the bark of a close rifle, the sudden cough of automatic weapons, the crump of a single mortar, occasionally a scream as a knife finds its way through a rib cage. An "incident" may be anything from the skirmish of a dozen men to the blare of a propaganda bullhorn; whatever their nature, incidents are on the increase along the Gia Dinh perimeter. From February to April they averaged 37 a month. Through July...
Song to a Scream. The change came from inside-with no help from any government or urban-renewal project. It began in 1948, when a few homeowners formed a neighborhood association and started sprucing themselves up. Others were shamed into following suit. In 1950 the association started an art fair, and the patrons it attracted noticed the neighborhood. There were the sturdy old houses just waiting to be worked on, and the prices were right. One artist, for instance, found a house for $4,000. All that was needed was a lot of energy and some money to put into...
Last year alone, home-improvement spending in the triangle ran between $600,000 and $800,000, according to federal estimates. In the last ten years the price of real estate has actually quadrupled-from a song to a high-pitched scream of disbelief. Nevertheless, there is still an apparently endless waiting list of people who are anxious...
...their husbands to see such a vulgar spectacle. "It was for a purse of $150," reminisced Referee Jack Sheean, "and I matched Knucksey Doherty of Donegal Square with Tim Harrington of Cambridge and told them to be themselves. I figured some of those sedate, quietly dressed society women would scream or faint, but the vestal virgins in the Coliseum never looked on with more calm than these high and haughty dames as they watched these two babies murder each other...