Word: churning
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...even Tess Slesinger. The last story in the book is the most gripping and the most disturbing. It is the story of a writer who goes through hell to churn out a short story but finally hits on a plot where everything works where the words and characters fuse together take off on their own, and make a great story. "Listen, non-writers, this is passion" the writer shouts in hymn to creation...
...Center for Policy Research, Etzioni presides over a burgeoning empire of some 20 staff members, plus sociologists, economists, historians, doctors, lawyers and planners who churn out a million dollars' worth of reports each year. A recent study of the problems of Spanish-speaking children in New York City schools was the basis for a court ruling to expand full-time bilingual education. In another project, engineers working with the center developed a new rapid-response telephonic device that Etzioni says "can restore the New England town meeting" for large organizations. Using it, the New Jersey League of Women Voters...
...sportswriter; Raul Ramirez, a 28-year-old Cuban journalist from the Washington Post, as an investigative reporter; and Reporter Larry Kramer, an abrasive 24-year-old Harvard M.B.A. (who in 1974 wrote his master's thesis on the Hearst Corp.), as assistant to the executive editor, to churn out ideas...
...punch his fellow with the vengeance of one who's punched every day from eight to five. When it's 120 degrees on the floor, there's always the potential for "look what he is doing to me" and "what am I allowed to do to him" to churn together and wrestle and emerge as a "dammit I'll just do." Because it's you that's being killed--not morally shocked, or intellectually offended, or emotionally moved--but killed, threatened to the very last inch of your life...
...bell-tower, with the deaf boy behind and looking up her skirt, she comes upon the bloodied, severed head of the gentleman, swinging crazily from the church bell. And the vision delicately propels--we go on, as viewers never picked up running by the nape of the neck to churn legs wildly in the air. Shot in 1970, in color, to my mind Bunuel's greatest film...