Word: akin
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...subversion of that relationship by the jargon of today") are "beyond considerations of who can find what kind of happiness when..." His approach is highly intellectualized rather than that of a "How-to" type guide. It is rarely pedantic, though, barbed as it is by a wit akin to stainless steel wire, brilliant and deadly. His delineation of the organizations and charlatans that have cashed in on a society's introspection is cruelly exact...
...than Don Gullett, who probably threw five good pitches out of the 99 he unfurled. He was not helped, however, by the first Yankee errors of the Series, committed by Sweet Lou Piniella and Graig Nettles on consecutive batters. But to blame the loss on these two would be akin to blaming World War I on the Archduke Ferdinand's chauffeur. Gullet just didn't have...
Psychobabble, says Rosen, is the official dialect of the narcissistic cult of candor that is tyrannizing the culture. The language "is difficult to avoid and there is often an embarrassment involved in not using it, somewhat akin to the mild humiliation experienced by American tourists in Paris who cannot speak the native tongue." According to Rosen, self-help and sex books, instant therapies and self-improvement courses like est purvey psychobabble in pure form. The problem is not just that psychological ideas dominate national conversation, but that psychobabble is a deadened tongue with no words to express "the paradoxes...
...Songs From the Briarpatch, recorded live at Vanguard studios, effectively captures the dynamism of Paxton as a performer. He differs from his Village contemporaries in his master of direct communication with his audience; he borrows neither Bob Dylan's detachment nor Phil Ochs' alcoholic trance. Rather, he is akin to Joni Mitchell, who cajoles her audience to sing along because "the more out-of-tune voices on a song, the better." Paxton, too, encourages participation, seeking to bridge the gap between artist and idolator. And by explaining the motivation behind the composition of each song, Paxton secures an Intellectual bond...
Nearly a quarter of a century has passed since Matisse's death, but the audacity of his color remains astonishing. What other artist could handle those deep, resonant cobalt blues, those fuchsias and oranges, those velvety blacks and soprano yellows, without producing an effect akin to colored gumballs? In Matisse's world, color was equated with feeling. It belonged to the realm of Dionysus. But Matisse's goal was, in his own words, to establish "a sort of hierarchy of all my sensations," to possess and minutely articulate the nuances of feeling. There was nothing more decisive...