Word: crescendos
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...engaged virtually every section of the magazine. TIME'S Jan. 24 issue contained a 20-page special section, "To Heal a Nation," describing the priorities open to President Nixon on his Inauguration. The Viet Nam war-the bloody fighting, the futile peace talks in Paris, the mounting crescendo of protest at home-have occupied the NATION and WORLD sections. Other areas of protest led to NATION cover stories on the debate over the ABM and, indeed, the entire U.S. military-industrial complex, and told of the new militancy among Mexican-Americans led by Cesar Chavez. In its cover...
...performed at its world premiere by the venturesome Hamburg State Opera, the three-act music-drama is a lurid vision of hell on earth. Horror builds to a crescendo as sacral scenes of church and cloister are followed by wild orgies of the possessed nuns and a ludicrous exorcising ceremony in which the crazed sisters howl, shriek and twitch like wolverines in heat. Present in nearly every scene is a revulsive chorus of guttersnipes, beggars, epileptics and whores who leap and leer with a demonic joy reminiscent of Hieronymous Bosch...
...spar and wrestle, do gymnastics, shinny up and down the swing ropes, and hang by their heels from the top of the stage. Some of them make rhythms with a tambourine, rattle, triangle, maracus, and a pair of claves. Eventually there are some two dozen young people, and a crescendo of rhythmic pounding sounds as though we are soon to witness a gang "rumble" from West Side Story. Finally they lie on their backs, kicking their feet in the air and hissing. And the Prologue is delivered by several individuals, the group periodically interjecting its first phrase...
...lithe figure moves barefoot through the semidarkness of a candlelit hall, stroking an outlandish array of gongs, cymbals, chimes and timpani. Amid the swelling percussion, a bamboo flute emits a low plaint. Sound ebbs and flows, rising to a crescendo, then dwindling to mystic silence...
...with a strangle lunar light on his face, surveyed the piano, placed his hands on the keys--I always sit on the left to see his hands--and, unbelievable as it seems, simply sat there without motion or sound. Well, the audience regressed from expectation to uneasiness; then, in crescendo of frustration, through irritation--it was hot, the air fairly visible--rumor (Is he stricken? Sane? Obstinat?) anger, shouting, disgust, and finally mass departure. What is music coming to...?" Only to renewal. The pianist, by refusing to "play," gave rhetorical expression to one of the dramatic esthetics of musical avant...