Jackson Pollock

Born in 1912, in a small town in Wyoming, Jackson Pollock embodied the American dream as the country found itself confronted with the realities of a modern era replacing the fading nineteenth century. Pollock left home in search of fame and fortune in New York City. Thanks to the Federal Art Project he quickly won acclaim, and after the Second World War became the biggest art celebrity in America. For De Kooning, Pollock was the “icebreaker”. For Max Ernst and Masson, Pollock was a fellow member of the European Surrealist movement. And for Motherwell, Pollock was a legitimate candidate...

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Tomando como punto de partida la experiencia de la guerra del Golfo y el papel desempeñado por la prensa, la radio y la televisión durante los combates, el autor examina, con un consistente bagaje teórico y práctico, todos los grandes problemas relacionados con la información de los acontecimientos mundiales: la velocidad, la información en directo, los diversos puntos de vista, la censura, la rivalidad entre los medios, el papel de las agencias: la desinformación.

"Naci sonambulo en un cementerio Poblado de espectros y de noche, Cante en la noche un sol que crei mio Y vi como el sol se me eclipsaba. Pero en el canto mi sol sobrevivia Y era sol la noche apunalada. Hijo soy del cementerio oscuro Padre de un sol que canta. No hay noche eterna, me dije No hay noche eterna si el sol brilla."