1960s
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The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #2: In a World Gone Tilt-a-Whirl
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.
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Embracing Brutalism
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…
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Subversive Coloring in the ‘60s
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…
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The Rumpus Interview with Margo Jefferson
Pulitzer Prize-winning critic Margo Jefferson talks about her new memoir, Negroland, and about growing up in an elite black community in the segregated Chicago of the 1950s and 1960s.
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Song of the Day: “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes”
The heady freedom of the 1960s touched almost every aspect of society, from civil rights activism to gender equity to mass media. The ambitious “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes,” by Crosby, Stills, and Nash, is a telling example of that liberal attitude. Written by…
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Song of the Day: “God Only Knows”
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…
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The New York Comics & Picture-Story Symposium: Gary Panter
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.
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Lost in Time and Out of Season: Growing Up in 1960’s Berkeley
“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.
