Word: colorless
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...surface, the International Brotherhood of Teamsters seemed to have acquired a new respectability. It had shed its convicted longtime president Jimmy Hoffa and elected a colorless and apparently untroublesome union veteran, Frank E. Fitzsimmons, to replace him. And there was Nixon Administration Labor Secretary James Hodgson on hand at the Teamsters' convention in Miami Beach to congratulate the new leader. Nixon sent a warm letter of "appreciation for the contributions" the union had made "to our way of life...
...lights. Brown-Forman got Government approval to bring out a new light drink this year-a clear-as-vodka, 80-proof potion called "white whisky." The drink, named Frost 8/80, is distilled at more than 160 proof, then filtered through hardwood, softwood and nutshell charcoal to make it colorless. Schenley, National Distillers and American Distilling have brought suit -so far unsuccessfully-to halt the marketing of Frost 8/80. They accuse Brown-Forman of jumping the gun on their spirits of '72 and of causing confusion that could hurt light whisky's introduction...
...lighter ranks of boxing take place before crowds in Rome or Bangkok or Mexico City, rather than in the Garden or the Miami Beach Convention Hall. Even among the heavyweights?a division that remains pretty much an American province?the really good fighters are too few and too colorless...
...only to the audience, not to the others down there with him. And, of course, there's the question, IS there an audience-or is that just a convention? Certainly no one gets up to help the sufferers on stage. A second dance follows a voice over a loudspeaker. Colorless, but with scrupulously correct intonation, it says: "Well, well so there's an audience . . . ." The two dancers draw back in surprise. But is it here for pleasure? Perhaps it is a compulsory show. They are waiting for it to begin. Each one is sitting, waiting . . . "waiting for something else...
They have become, like the French decadents, our subtlest prophets of doom. Bill Knott's "colorless odorless tasteless miracles of lesslessness" are, like Baudelaire's spleen, symbols of the bloated, apathetic, decaying spirit of another botched civilization. In poems like "To American Poets," Knott aches for us to watch what we are doing. He knows there's no time left...