Word: bricks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...WORLD becoming--Lowell sees the present (the scene of May--the contents of the president of Columbia's study as he re-enters with the police. De Gaulle, the New York intellectual, "this house of twenty-foot apartments. . . .the voices of its tutees, their fortissimo Figaro, sunk into dead brick") the just-dead friends and great, April, before summer, in summer, the old-dead and long-ago-great...
...provocation, they said, the police opened up in a murderous fusillade of shotgun, pistol and rifle fire. Said Charles W. Hildebrand, a student: "At first I thought they were firing blanks, but then somebody, yelled, 'Oh Lord, I'm hit!' I felt a blow, like a brick, on the back of my leg. I went down and got up and I was hit again, in the hip. I got up and ran, and I was hit under the armpit." Of the 30 victims, 28 were hit in the side or back, including the three dead students. This...
...Glass Menagerie, A Streetcar Named Desire and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is undeviating: life is an undeclared war. As Williams has dramatized it, that war is conducted on two fronts. The lacerating confrontations between Blanche DuBois and Stanley Kowalski, between Big Daddy and his son Brick and Maggie the Cat, are blistering barrages of domestic car nage. They are also metaphors for a more profound and transcendent struggle, the war against the gods, the irrational, immutable duel with destiny, disaster and death - all that is meant when one speaks of man's fate. This...
...snare drummer picked up a hot shuffle; the second line cheered and lept into motion. The band broke into a riotous number called "Joe Avery's Blues" and began to march down a narrow little brick street behind the French Quarter. This was a soul neighborhood, and the people were hanging out of their sagging window sills and doorways and sitting on front porches of little splintery wooden houses. Children ran out of the alleys and into the street. The old people smiled and nodded approvingly from their rocking chairs. Scruffy little barking dogs were running all around...
...second line reformed. They shouted, they danced, they bumped and ground. The trumpets blared, the clarinet soared, the bass drum throbbed, the trombones moaned. All like human voices--fine, rich human voices, singing out their eternal song of life and death as they marched on down the narrow brick street...