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...Altamont and vapid at Powder Ridge. Last week's festival, which lasted only four days instead of the announced eight, was an American nightmare. To begin with, the festival was postponed for three days while the promoters wallowed in legal mire. The kids amused themselves by making human mud pies and bathing in the nude. Two youths drowned in the fast-rushing Atchafalaya River. State undercover narcotics agents circulated in the crowd and made more than 100 busts. One youth died in a hospital tent from a drug overdose. Meanwhile, dazed with blistering heat, and stultifying humidity, the estimated...
Electronic Mud. One of the most popular exhibits is Robert Rauschenberg's Mud Muse. It is a tank filled with sloppy, coffee-colored drillers' mud supplied from one of Teledyne's offshore oil rigs. Pipes in the floor of the tank emit air bubbles, which plop to the surface at random with a kind of lazy flatulence. The pipes in turn are controlled by an elaborate electronics system, which converts signals from taped music and random noise in the room into a pattern of air release. "I think," says Rauschenberg, "you immediately get involved with Mud Muse...
...reunion is reinforced by the presence on-screen of two other sons, John Ethan, 8, who appears as Jake's grandson, and Patrick Wayne, 31, who plays Jake's son. Patrick, in fact, spends most of his time either getting tossed into mud puddles or decked flat by his father. Freud might have wondered, but audiences are sure to love...
...young cadets-247 in all-marched 80 miles in four days through rain and mud before the battle at New Market. They plunged into battle and acquitted themselves admirably. The North was defeated, but V.M.I, paid its toll: ten were killed and 47 wounded. Their youthful heroism even spawned a poem by one Irving Bacheller...
...poem called "The Funeral of Jan Palach." Though Palach was a Czech who set fire to himself after the Russian invasion of 1968, Shapiro says that his poem is "really about the funeral of America. More than anything I can say it demonstrates my real feelings." Excerpt: "Halfway in mud and slush the microphones picked up/ It was raining on the houses./ It was snowing on the police cars./ . . . And my own mother was brave enough she looked/ And it was all right I was dead." Shapiro adds: "There is a time when 1 may be willing to risk...