Word: unrealism
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They raced under the wire as one. An unreal silence fell. Finally the photofinish camera revealed the truth: Noor had beaten Citation again, by the thinnest fraction of a nose. The time: 2:52 4/5, a new American record for the mile and three quarters...
...world came fairly close to suicide in World War II. During the London blitz, Eliot spent two nights a week as a fire-watcher on the roof of his office building. From his perch above what he has often called the "unreal city," Eliot observed, with terror and compassion, the relentless fires. Had London's people (and with them, Western civilization) gone down then, Eliot's verse would have served as a magnificent and tender epitaph...
Carnival, an escape into childhood by a Chicago advertising man named Georg Bromberg, was pretty and gay as striped candy. Charles S. Smith's Urban Landscape was contrastingly gloomy, but its gloom was of the pleasantly unreal sort that makes Poe's horror stories entertaining. As might have been expected, there was an atomic-bomb picture-an explosion in a surrealist stew cooked up by Mrs. Annabel Berry of Dallas. The fanciest fantasy in the show was a Captive Amazonian Albino, painted by M. Lewis Croissant, a Missouri engineer...
...head, and the sky beyond had in it more paint than air. Yet the somber, dilapidated house front dwarfing the children on the sidewalk, the green smudge of a treetop peering over the adjoining wall, the sick and sagging figure of the old man himself, and even the murky, unreal light and haphazard composition all helped put across the mood Stuempfig was after. Like The Lifeboat and others of his best works, The Old Man was a familiar scene glimpsed through a mist of tenderness and gloom...
Curiously Unreal. The $1,500 first prize went to German-born Max Beckmann, 65, whom Hitler denounced and hounded out of Germany as a "degenerate" painter. Beckmann's big Fisherwomen was far from being the jut-jawed old master's best or most ambitious work, but ft did show his genius for color as well as his penchant for whipping cruelty and tenderness together into sexy, curiously unreal oils. His lamplit fisherwomen did not look like the sort that go near the water. Their hot peach flesh was set off by black garters and contrasted with the cold...