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| Arnold Newman Martha Graham, New York City 1961 gelatin silver print Lowe Art Museum, University of Miami |
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| Enrico Sarsini Untitled 1961 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Joan Mitchell Untitled 1961 oil on canvas Dayton Art Institute, Ohio |
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| Henry Botkin The Letter 1961 mixed media on board Madison Museum of Contemporary Art, Wisconsin |
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| Robert Beauchamp Presences 1961 oil on canvas Weatherspoon Art Museum, Greensboro, North Carolina |
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| Robert Motherwell Capriccio 1961 pochoir Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York |
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| Gunther Gerzsó Cecilia 1961 oil on panel NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida |
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| Morris Louis Number 28 1961 acrylic on canvas Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
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| Wojciech Fangor Yellow Cross 1961 oil on canvas McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas |
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| Robert Indiana Four Star Love 1961 oil on canvas Portland Museum of Art, Maine |
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| Josef Albers Study for Homage to the Square: Michoacan 1961 oil on panel North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
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| Francis Bacon Paralyzed Child on All Fours (after Muybridge) 1961 oil on canvas Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
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| Svea Nyman White Tulips 1961 oil on canvas Moderna Museet, Stockholm |
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| George Segal Untitled 1961 pastel on paper New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
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| Larry Rivers Dead Veteran 1961 oil on canvas Blanton Museum of Art, Austin, Texas |
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| Pierre Cardin Coat Dress 1961 wool bouclé Denver Art Museum |
from Horae Canonicae
III. SEXT
III
Anywhere you like, somewhere
on broad-chested, life-giving Earth,
anywhere between her thirstlands
and undrinkable Ocean,
the crowd stands perfectly still,
its eyes (which seem one) and its mouths
(which seem infinitely many)
expressionless, perfectly blank.
The crowd does not see (what everyone sees)
a boxing match, a train wreck,
a battleship being launched,
does not wonder (as everyone wonders)
who will win, what flag she will fly,
how many will be burned alive,
is never distracted
(as everyone is always distracted)
by a barking dog, a smell of fish,
a mosquito on a bald head:
the crowd sees only one thing
(which only the crowd can see),
an epiphany of that
which does whatever is done.
Whatever god a person believes in,
in whatever way he believes
(no two are exactly alike),
as one of the crowd he believes
and only believes in that
in which there is only one way of believing.
Few people accept each other and most
will never do anything properly,
but the crowd rejects no one, joining the crowd
is the only thing all men can do.
Only because of that can we say
all men are our brothers,
superior, because of that,
to the social exoskeletons: When
have they ever ignored their queens,
for one second stopped work
on their provincial cities, to worship
The Prince of this world like us,
at this noon, on this hill,
in the occasion of this dying?
– W.H. Auden (1954)