Word: craning
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...block the sun, interfering with the ambient light--war is finally getting its fog. The chaos is astonishingly visceral: you're Joe Grunt, playing your little part in vast events that are beyond your puny ken. This is war the way Tolstoy described it, or Stendhal, or Stephen Crane, seen from the bottom up. Suddenly video games have added a couple more octaves to their emotional register...
Gibney is fond of vertigo-inducing panoramic sweeps that show off his crane. Though they might be part of the mandatory artistic cinematography implicit in films of this sort, they just take up cinematic space...
...night fell, a large crane lifted pieces of wreckage in the search for bodies. Four were found under the landing gear. Floodlights illuminated the scene, which included the grotesque sight of corpses being loaded into refrigerator trucks labeled LIVE MAINE LOBSTERS. All three members of the cockpit crew were killed. The pilot, Captain Ted Connors, 57, had flown for Delta for 31 years. One passenger survived because she made a lucky decision. Assigned a front seat before takeoff from Fort Lauderdale, Annie Edwards, of Pompano Beach, Fla., shifted to a rear seat beside a friend, Juanita Williams. Both survived. They...
...labors at the City Lights Powerhouse: "This girl is chaining your breakfast together, citizen. She is hitching the light up for your asinine patio party, your old starlight teevee movies, your electric toothbrush, vibrator, Magic Fingers." Maureen, a black woman who supports her heroin-addicted brother, operates a shipyard crane. She, Polly and three or four other sisters in honest toil are being vaguely menaced by a Eurasian man, who writes them inscrutable mash notes. Also spying on them, flickeringly, is a peculiar fellow with a white bulldog. While presenting these enigmatic events, Hannah's ordinarily vivid prose seems flattened...
...faithful reconstruction of a pre-Revolutionary crane, this Rube Goldberg device consists of an upright 30-ft. ash sapling, a block and tackle suspended from a fork at its apex, yards of thick manila rope woven through an assortment of pulleys and a stout ashwood capstan. Today it will raise the final gable, a 20-ft.-long triangle of beams on which roof boards will later rest. Babcock casually knots the free end of the rope around the beams, then signals his crew of four. Under their weight, the groaning capstan turns. The rope creaks. The beams refuse to budge...