Word: blobbing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...clung stubbornly to one-the genesis of its own existence as an earth satellite. With monotonous regularity, scientists have punched holes in theories that the moon was torn, Eve-like, from the earth's side; that the earth and moon condensed simultaneously, as neighbors, from the same blob of primordial dust; or that the moon was a planetary interloper accidentally captured by the earth's gravity. Says Nobel Laureate Chemist Harold Urey: "All explanations for the origin of the moon are improbable...
Durrell made side trips to Malaysia and New Zealand, but the dramatic high point of the book is his meticulously observed birth of a kangaroo in southeastern Australia: it emerges as a pinkish, gleaming blob no longer than the first joint of a man's little finger, and is deposited on the mother's tail. Practically an embryo, the baby must drag itself blindly up through the fur on its mother's stomach and crawl into the marsupial pouch. Throughout, the mother kangaroo remains indifferent to the baby's struggles. This, says Durrell, is "the equivalent...
Certainly Eduardo Chillida restrains the knotty nature of his wooden sculpture (see over page), and Antonio Saura's Brigitte Bardot is unsentimental. Says Saura, 36: "When I throw a blob of paint on my canvas, I am committing a rape. When I work I become a kind of monster." There is violence, a seething impasto in whorls of dark color, the suggestion of hot, bubbling blood. Like the peeling, crumbling walls of the Cuenca museum itself, Spain's informalists, such as Luis Feito, present a modern vision of ancient agonies bred in the scorching sun. They convey...
Fortunately the thing cannot be a blob of irritable radioactive ooze, for a moment later it knocks at the door and announces, with a hammer-and-sickly grin: "We're Norwheeguns." Actually the nervous Norsemen are petrified Soviet sailors whose sub has run aground on a sand bar. Their spokesman is Alan Arkin, a cabaret satirist (Second City) and Broadway clown (Luv), making a major movie debut that probably deserves an Oscar, a Lenin Peace Prize, and any other encouragements a wicked old world can offer...
Largo. Occasionally Horowitz finds himself seized with a sickening stage fright. He asks the manager of one concert hall to tell the audience that Mr. Horowitz cannot appear. Tell them yourself, says the miffed manager. Horowitz tries: he goes to center stage, looks out over the blob of faces, opens his mouth-and then dashes for the safe harbor of his grand piano...