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Word: dank (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...artist begins with an outpouring of drawings and paintings around 1980, all on the same subject: the garden of a rented house in the south of France, an unremarkable scene of a small rectangular pool surrounded by a low boxwood hedge, rhododendrons and a claustrophobic screen of dank, suburban cypresses...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Fluent, Electric, Charming | 12/30/1985 | See Source »

...Lithuania, Italy, Ireland, Poland, Russia. For them, the New World turned out to be the cold-water tenements, sweatshops and street stalls near the station. The photographs of those women -- staggering under bundles of piecework balanced on their heads, bent over sewing machines, huddled with their children in the dank rooms where entire families worked, slept, ate and died -- have become images for the way many Americans think about women immigrants of that period. Brave, dogged, desperate. And heroines...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sexes: Adapting to a Different Role | 7/8/1985 | See Source »

...Ambivalence is what old Americans have always felt toward new Americans. At a remove of several generations from Ellis Island, some sentimentalize the immigrant experience. They project their nostalgia upon today's immigrants and wish them well. But the native-born also feels the alien vibration. Alien is a dank and sinister word -- the ominous otherness, not our kind. The alien stands across a gap through which a killer wind can blow. The U.S. is being overrun, says a flickering fear. Racism in new combinations jounces around. Traditional nativist whites find themselves in the same improbable club with native American...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Immigrants Like Those Who Came Before Them | 7/8/1985 | See Source »

...wake up in a cold, dank cell, tied to a chair. A hot light is shining in my face, blinding me, scoring me. "He's awake," someone snickers, "Who's got the cattle prod...

Author: By Benjamini N. Smith, | Title: Broken Dreams | 5/17/1985 | See Source »

Suddenly the murmurs of the crowd ceased....The air grew faintly chill, as if rain were not far off--yet not rain, either, but the dank moisture on the undersides of stones...

Author: By Marie B. Morris, | Title: Now You See It... | 4/13/1985 | See Source »

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