Word: calme
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...learned that the housekeeper had been called by the alarm company when the alarm went off. Mad that I was staying in the house, she had decided to scare me. Explanations or no explanations, this was the last straw; the police had to stay an extra hour to calm me and my friend down...
...roll of Rossini's La Gazza Ladra overture, it is clear that the brilliance of Celibidache (cheh-lee-bee-JaA-keh) is no myth. The performance is almost preternaturally nuanced, unfolding with a sure sense of logic and purpose. Even during the patented Rossini crescendos, Celibidache maintains a calm yet iron control, putting the listener in mind of Richard Strauss's dictum that only the audience should sweat at a concert, never the conductor. In the first section of Debussy's Iberia, Celibidache's unerring grasp of detail evokes a Spanish haze that shimmers like...
...could sense George slipping out of control. I knew if I failed to step in and calm him down. George would have to sit out school for a week. I would catch hell from Mom and probably lose car privileges...
...early '70s Morley's painting was largely about violence happening to a spuriously calm surface. In Los Angeles Yellow Pages, 1971, a jagged rip appears in a huge Los Angeles phone-directory cover, thus eerily predicting the city's real 1971 earthquake. A postcard scene of Piccadilly Circus, 1973, is incoherently violated by blurts and blobs of paint; they include a quantity of gray that has leaked from a bunch of bags hanging from the top of the canvas. Morley invited some friends to shoot arrows into them and re lease the paint, and the arrows remain...
...could only see her from a distance, she stood on a platform on the Morehouse campus. In my heart I said goodbye to the nonviolence she still professed. I was far less calm than she appeared to be. The week after, I lost the child I had been carrying. I did not even care. It seemed to me, at the time, that if "he" (it was weeks before my tongue could from his name) must die no one deserved to live, not even my own child. I thought, as I lay on my bed listening to the rude Mississippi accents...