Word: clumpingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...potential in some of the other works. The technical quality is quite high on the whole, and sometimes the tricks do create a pleasing effect. Especially good is Walter Krupsaw's melange of chessmen and nuclear tracks, and the quiet and lightness given to a clump of river weeds by a subtle overexposure...
...last, after two weeks, the tunnel had reached a clump of bushes 90 ft. away in West Berlin's French sector. In ones and twos, the families who were in on the plan slipped into the house and gathered in the tiny cellar. There were 28 people, including three children and one half-paralyzed woman of 71. Each was allowed to carry one parcel; a pet dog had to be left behind for fear it would bark and give the plan away. When everything was ready, one man crawled through to see if the coast was clear...
...Orange X. Soon the task of the Communist patrols will be infinitely simpler, for teams of official excavators are ripping down buildings too close to the boundary all along the Wall. For the East German families who live along the frontier, the first tip-off is a clump of civilian surveyors, maps under their arms, tape measures in their hands. Every now and then, one of the surveyors nods, and an aide paints a huge orange X on the wall of a home. This means it is time for those inside to pack, for next day the bulldozer will...
...very sure it's a landscape or a seascape. It's a thought form rather than a realistic form." This vagueness makes a Vieira da Silva painting something of an adventure for the viewer as well. He may see a distant city, a clump of ruins. a suggestion of a bridge, a wispy shoreline, or just a shredded bit of grill. But whatever he sees may not be there for long. When at her best, Vieira da Silva can tease the eye unmercifully: it no sooner comes to rest than it is swept along another line, is caught...
...mocks him; he ogles her décolletage. Next morning the couple awakes on the floor of the elevator to see the servants peering solemnly through the bars. There is a frantic rustle of disarrayed satins; dignity teeters, then drops in the soup. Laughing wildly, the reunited lovers clump up the stairs to bed. They swear eternal constancy, but Bergman has taught his lessons well; for his audiences, the best-learned lesson in love is to smile at promises...