In my last column, the Muse inspired me to write about dreams. And since then, I’ve been thinking about other types of altered consciousness. As a guy who often hangs out with Catholic monks, and who practices “Will Rogers spirituality”—that is, I’ve never met a religion I didn’t like—I take an interest in miracles and myths of all sorts, and the season of Christmas, Chanukah, and the winter solstice (the pagan Yule), which all speak of the miraculous arrival of light in darkness, is a good time to reflect on such matters....more
Posts Tagged: 1960s
Society is falling apart, the daily news seems to say. Living in interesting times, it is all too easy to fear that our work is meaningless....more
Brutalist architecture—those hulking, concrete buildings from the mid-1950s to mid-1970s—is making a quiet comeback in popularity. A new book by Christopher Beanland, Concrete Concept explores why:
And the sheer variety of these “brutalist beasts,” in cities from Birmingham to Madrid to Montreal, is extraordinary.
Adult coloring books are enjoying a huge surge right now, but this isn’t the first time coloring books for adults have been popular. In the 1960s, coloring books criticizing everything from communism to corporate life proliferated:
The point of the sixties coloring books wasn’t to sit down and do some coloring, but to read their message and take a stand; they were more like a specialized form of political cartoon.
Marvin Gaye was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame posthumously in 1987. Its biography of him names a little-known doo-wop song called “God Only Knows” as “critical to his musical awakening.” The Capris, though they had a string of singles in the early 1960s, never took off on the charts....more
The New York Comics & Picture-Story Symposium is a weekly forum for discussing the tradition and future of text/image work. Open to the public, it meets Tuesday nights 7-9 p.m. EST in New York City....more
“Somethin’s happenin’ here but you don’t know what it is,” Bob Dylan said. I didn’t know a thing about him really when I was a kid—just another name in the mad wind, but truer words were never spoken....more