Word: deere
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...pounding, throbbing cacophony of percussion and the shrill tooting of a wooden flute, dancers in extravagant costumes celebrate legendary rituals, their stiff-legged gyrations seeming, like some ancient idol, only half alive. Dancer Jorge Tyller, a Yaqui Indian, reenacts with awesome control the death throes of a shot deer, his tortured posturings bringing to mind some kind of primitive sacrifice as seen by the victim...
...Deer Hunting Is Worse. Without success, Canadian government officials try to rebut the more emotional charges. They point out that the publicity, ironically, deals only with the gulf hunt, which is now closely patrolled and more humane than it was before 1965. Thirty inspectors were on the floes this year; they checked carcasses for skull fractures (meaning instant death, hence no skinning alive), shooed away unlicensed hunters and tallied the kill. The resulting hunt, says Fisheries Minister Jack Davis, is "probably more humane than most deer hunting." But no newsmen seem to go to the front, where Canadian swilers complain...
...made a career out of defending accused killers, Foreman is genuinely horrified at the act of killing. His aversion applies not only to any state-ordered execution of his clients but goes so far as to include game hunters. Foreman takes genuine pleasure in telling the story of a deer hunter who, while sitting in the branches of a tree, fell out and impaled himself on the antlers of a deer he had meant to shoot. That, says Foreman, was "divine justice...
West of Chicago, the scenery was always invigorating. Along the Mississippi, turtles and egrets watched the Empire Builder roll by. Deer and antelope really did play by the banks of the Yellowstone, and the Rockies and Cascades loomed ahead with jig-saw puzzle perfection...
...other extreme stands Norman Mailer, accounting for the pain and exertion that accompanied the writing and publishing of The Deer Park. His piece is another of those arresting homemade commercials for N.M., now no longer a product in search of market but a literary institution of proven value. Mailer attacks his subject with the energy of pent-up resentment and a confidence in the infallibility of his instincts...