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...distributed throughout the Soviet Union and overseas. Yevtushenko insists he will make no cuts. "I won't change anything now," he says. "I will not give in to censorship. If you give one finger to censorship, it will swallow your whole body and spit out bits of your flesh...
...more schematic divisions of Florentine painting, and the didactic starkness of the idealized body is always softened by its atmospheric envelope. It is the action of light, more than any other first impression, that one remembers from Veronese's Venus and Adonis, for example, with its rosy flesh and red tunic perfectly set against the cool, remote blue-greens of forest...
...looked a mile forward, they also looked two miles back. Their inherent structure had nothing to do with German or any other kind of modernist expressionism. It was closer to cubism, but with the turning and flickering of cubist shape given a jostling density, almost literally made flesh: a shallow grid torn and reconstituted by the wristy, virile, probing action of de Kooning's line. His two near monochrome abstractions at the end of the decade, Attic, 1949, and Excavation, invoke the body without depicting...
...long career, the best known are certainly the Women. De Kooning has always been obsessed, as a painter, with the bodies of women, quoting them in whole and in detail, with a unique mingling of distance, intimacy, lust, humor and spite. In them, the billowy amplitude of Rubens' flesh is sometimes reborn, along with the sardonic affection Reginald Marsh felt for his Coney Island cuties. But the women of the early '50s are his canonical ones-part archaic Ishtar, part Amsterdam hooker and part Marilyn. Their most menacing attribute is their smile, originally cut from a LIFE magazine...
...does, from "the fatal involvement, the need to remain." Nor does he think that modern gadabouts are really making a getaway. For all his engines of mobility, a man remains buried in his body as irrevocably as a turnip in a garden. And so this home county of the flesh is where Blythe finally arrives in his search for the ultimate landscape...