Sentences with phrase «dead white males»

Besides, the Pomo critique of dead white males lives on in Philip Taaffe or Sue Williams.

Courbet or Manet did shock, long before they played dead white males to an African American woman who prefers a positive message.

Modernism seemed an obstacle to facing the truth — including the truth about dead white males and art institutions.

Oh, that's easy — all those classics of literature were written by Dead White Males (even when they were written by the ancestors of people now counted as chic minorities, by women, or both).

I didn't want to study the words of dead white males.

If you're familiar with Hirsch's work you know it has nothing to do with dead white males.

A surprise bestseller, the book generated enormous controversy, and Hirsch was denounced by many academics as, along with other insults, an elitist and an apologist for the canon of dead white males.

When I was in graduate school in the 1980s, the momentum was all toward decrying universal truths, transcendent meanings, and Dead White Males.

In that era, Western Civ, Eurocentrism, and Dead White Males were cast as a hegemony that multiculturalism should rightfully topple.

You need to counter the strength of a competing candidate with a similar strength of your own; and being a protected minority is a major winning point in modern American identity - based politics (and being a Dead White Male is a weakness in most juridictions except deep red south).

Jerry Saltz asks, just when late Pablo Picasso draws praise for Modernism's most famous dead white male.

People who hate the thought of encountering again Smith the dead white male are enjoying the show, and no wonder: it tells a good story.

Not exact matches

While I in no way wish to say that Daly's or Raymond's views need validation from a «dead, white male philosopher,» I do believe, first of all, that Whiteheadian philosophy will be enhanced by the incorporation of women's experience (inclusive of feminist philosophy as part of women's experience).

Edging slowly toward a female, male nursery web spiders clutch in front of their bodies their version of courtship candy: a big dead insect wrapped in white silk.

«You wan na fuck with the living, you got ta learn to fuck with the dead,» is among the more cogent badassisms muttered by the all - white, apparently all - male Brotherhood's leader, Chains (Lance Henriksen, slumming but never slipping).

Of course, not every artist is dead or even white and male, and (pace Harold Bloom) not every creative act is an oedipal struggle.

Its meanings include: to place a thing in a certain location (an imaginary couch in a living room, a person in a class affiliation); to place someone or place oneself in a certain attitude or position (our wealthy white male curator as a «universal» arbiter of taste); to behave affectedly (to pretend that one's tastes are not one's own); and to be buried, to be dead, to rest in the grave, to bury a corpse.

With Sudan, the last male northern white rhino, dead it is natural to ask if we can bring these animals back with biotechnology - but there is nowhere for them to live