Saturday, November 17, 2001

ART FOR 4 A.M.: Check out my ex-roommate's great review of Giacometti on National Review Online. "They are inch-high, menorah-like groups, or solitary giants — all with immense pedestal-feet, fissured bodies and faces, mittened hands. Their patina, like chewed chewing gum, seems unable to detract from their weird gallantry. When one of this tribe walks, his elbows are back; he's strong, if tense; and though his shoulders may be stooped, he holds his head erect. In this cosmology, what limits us isn't lack of strength. It's that human strength — however admirable — can neither alter nor surmount decay and death."
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