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Brazilian despite her name, Elsie Houston is a great-great-great-granddaughter of the grandfather of Texas' great Sam Houston. She studied singing in Europe, sang in nightspots, married a surrealist poet whose name she will not tell because he is anti-Nazi, and still in Paris. Singer Houston has been in the U. S. since 1938, is currently at Manhattan's Rainbow Room, where she performs voodoo songs by candlelight. At the Museum's opening concert she went through her routine with a pair of candles which, by order of the fire department, were enclosed...
...only does he know what he likes; he is able to banish from sight in the Third Reich everything he doesn't like. There is a lot of art he doesn't like: 1) the highly individualistic sort (spattery impressionism, cubist geometry, African-influenced neo-primitives, Freudian surrealist nightmares) that made Paris the artistic capital of the pre-war world; 2) art that does not glamorize war and womanhood. Says he: "Cubism, dadaism, futurism, impressionism and the rest have nothing in common with our German people. For all these notions are neither old nor are they modern; they...
When madcap, publicity-wise Salvador Dali, Spanish surrealist painter, arrived in Manhattan last year, he declared: "I used to balance two broiled chops on my wife's shoulders, and then by observing the movement of tiny shadows produced by the accident of the meat on the flesh of the woman I love when the sun was setting, I was finally able to attain images sufficiently lucid and appetizing for exhibition in New York." Last week, when Painter Dali and his wife debarked at Jersey City, he announced that he was "a reformed and much more conservative...
...Museum. Most of its paintings were as postcardy as the usual Latin-American run. But a group of 25-odd canvases stopped visitors in their tracks. They were by a little-known Brazilian, Candido Portinari. His landscapes and figure paintings had gusto. Some of them swarmed with quietly horrifying surrealist doodads, some showed Negroes sweltering under Yale-blue Brazilian skies. A few, weirdly spotted with vultures, skulls and blowing bed sheets, depicted odd, forbidding calvaries with scarecrows hanging from crosses. All of them were painted with a virtuoso's brushstroke, an engineer's sense of organization. Nearly...
Peculiar to this century is a form of wit inadequately known as screwball. Its method is free association; its state of mind is somewhere between a power dive and a tail spin. It has close affinity with hot jazz, surrealist painting and the deranged poetry of Rimbaud. It calls for an exquisite sense of cliche and mimicry, and a nihilism which delights in knocking over-crystallized words, objects and gestures into glassy pieces that cut each other. Most advanced living practitioner of this form of wit is James Joyce. Perhaps quite as richly gifted in it, if far more inhibited...