Word: sidewalks
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Janeiro's broad sidewalks, with their wavy black and white lines, are famous for the visual life and zest they add to the city. Many European streets have the texture of roughhewn stone and are decorated as well. By contrast, sidewalks in the U.S. are merely straight and narrow paths of relative safety. Yet they can be more, as New Yorkers learned last week when "the Calder Sidewalk" suddenly appeared...
...carefully planned. Last February three building owners on upper Madison Avenue realized that their sidewalk was crumbling and had to be replaced. Since all three buildings housed art galleries, one owner suggested that the new sidewalk "ought to be interesting." His neighbor, Art Dealer Klaus Perls, replied: "Maybe I can persuade Alexander Calder to design it for us." The celebrated sculptor was delighted. "We will do Rio one better," he said, and charged no fee for his services. By May, Calder's sketch of a series of vivid geometrical shapes (including his initials) was translated into engineering drawings. Then...
...communities around the smoking city. The rest have to work in boxes, travel underground in boxes, and live in boxes. The horror of the City pushes people even farther into themselves as they walk down the street. All of the buildings weigh on your shoulders as you touch the sidewalk...
...disturbance, also began to show that they meant business. After every Summerthing concert, five or more patrol cars and dozens of helmeted patrolmen blanketed the Square, prepared to cope with a further outbreak. In the daytime, police moved the freaks selling leather belts and water-pipes off the sidewalk, and several arrests were made. Radicals hawking the Old Mole and Juche (the free publication of the People's Community News Service) were repeatedly threatened with arrest and told to clear...
...relief to begin marching. We are chanting, the group near me-Free our Sisters. Free Ourselves-and I feel suddenly happy, for a while at least, truly part of a movement, less alone. Even Liberation Now doesn't seem all that terrible. Along the sidewalk women wave, raise the V-sign, occasionally a fist; men look puzzled, sometimes hostile. "Fuck you" the most common insult. A little yellow car forces its way down the street, supposedly cleared of traffic; police apologize. I stand for a minute in its path, hoping I guess to stare down the driver. He doesn...