Word: symbolist
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...real history of the Boston Red Sox opens with a quotation from the great symbolist himself, William Francis Lee III, now the National League's lefty of the year. There is no man who contains, within himself, all of the triumphs, idiosyncrasies, frustrations and foibles, who can show you, in the final column, that the Red Sox have always been a team of heroes and fools...
...they discuss and, as art history, are not pitched at the level of scholarship a European audience feels entitled to. But it is the work that counts, and must be seen, in all its energy and episodic magnificence: a vast panorama, from the haunted fin-de-siècle symbolist canvases of Mikhail Vrubel to the last attempts, by painters like Alexander Deineka, to combine a social message with a post-cubist idiom before the freeze...
...symbolist, working in an age of symbols. The imposing and inculating role symbols play in our lives--all the flags in the world, cigarette brands, fast-food chains and supermarkets, groupies, cliques and teams and fetishes and Brooks Brothers and every manner of damned patriotism--has sprung forth a new kind of cynicism...
...memory-but the span of memory was as short as the walk from the pond to the studio. In his genius for rendering evanescence within a monumental structure, Monet became a master of le temps retrouvé: the most Proustian of painters. His truer literary equivalent, though, was the symbolist poet Stéphane Mallarmé. The blank page, for Mallarmé, trembled with possibility, as calm water or the tight-stretched canvas did for Monet. Its white flatness was not an absence: it was a poetic element, possessing the character of thought. "The intellectual armature of the poem," Mallarm...
...lilies crossing them like clouds. Toward the end of his life, as his vision degenerated-first, after a series of primitive cataract operations, distorting his sight toward yellow, and at last toward blue-Monet rarely left his garden; but then, he did not need to. He had constructed a symbolist heaven on his front doorstep, and (since nature and culture fuse in the hortus conclusus-the enclosed garden-of paradise) the circle of his desires was complete. The result was the most consoling art of the 20th century: not simple in its pleasures, but oceanic in its peace, wave upon...