Word: blur
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Even the most dedicated jogger must admit that his sport is purely hygienic. The bouncing exercise never allows the eyes to rest; the country seems to jiggle by on springs. The motorist glides on air and shock absorbers, but his speed undoes him. The scenery is a blur, the highlights only a few seconds in duration. And his exhaust clouds the air he travels through. The cyclist pedals between his two contemporaries. Neither pedestrian nor driver, he is a happy anomaly, a 20th century centaur. Away from trucks and taxis, he has no competition; all turf is his. The novice...
...sense which, more than all the others, defines space, gives lips and breasts and things reality and literature its power. And guides human judgment--for eyes look into eyes to find the elusive truth that spoken words so often blur. The window's glass renders that kind of truth-seeking impossible here. This is what makes authority so infuriating: It always hides its eyes...
...prison rebellion at Attica, N.Y., was part of a siege of domestic violence that began with the assassination of John F. Kennedy and continued in a demoralizing blur through the deaths of R.F.K., Martin Luther King, the flames of Newark and Watts, the bashing by (and of) war protesters, the torn victims of radical bombings, and the savage abbreviation of young lives at Kent and Jackson State...
...this deliberate movement can break down. When attackers put together complex plays and flick the puck over the blue line to home in on Parent, he is lucky if he sees some shots as they leave a stick from behind a blur of battling skaters. Worse, many shots carom off players or their sticks in front of the goal; coming off curved sticks, slap shots spin so hard that they often drop like sinkers crossing home plate. None of these difficulties seem to trouble Parent: "If I see the puck leave the stick, I know exactly where it is going...
...silouetted dancers--white tights moving slowly in the darkness. The man-figure tippy-toes over to the woman-figure, who keeps darting away and eluding him at the last moment. Several years later, the dancers get together while the "haunting" sounds continue, and eventually their white shadows begin to blur their outlines and unfold in streaks of light that look like tungsten trickles. And this goes...