Word: despairs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Gothic architecture. He does not assert that descriptions of the dark side of the Yankee mind, the haunted battlefields of the Civil War and the avarice of the Gilded Age as the disturbing context of Henry's and Clover's lives suggest a climate of deepening despair. It is the climate of this richly allusive book, whose central characters are part of the nation's root and fiber, though they lived against the American grain...
...death is heralded by crashing chords from Hubbard's piano, the ascension by a rising run on the bouzouki. As "Russian Roulette" gives way to "Dream #23," Clarke--in his sole appearance on the album--gives a grim picture of war-wracked Stuart England. His bass conveys depression and despair by a simple, minor sequence. Hubbard tries to flesh out the piece by drastically slowing the tempo and playing entirely in the piano's lower register. For all of Hubbard's attempts to write "felt" music, her combination of blatant imagery and her derivative performance produces songs that are just...
...they miraculously transformed an open field into a camp with hospitals and kitchens." But what they can achieve seems small compared with the dimensions of the disaster. Sums up Clark, who has spent a total of twelve years in six foreign bureaus: "Never have I seen people in such despair and deprivation. Not in India, Viet Nam, the Middle East or Northern Ireland. Not even in Bangladesh...
...South Philadelphia, Kennedy clambers onto a table. He has no text. His sentences are simpler. His speech strikes a booming rhythm, and the crowd chants in response to him. "At other times in our history when we were facing problems, we didn't throw up our hands in despair." "No!" shouts the crowd. "We didn't talk about malaise in the American spirit." "No!" comes the reply. "We rolled up our sleeves." "Yes!" the people shout. "And set out on the job to be done...
...strenuous and occasionally imaginative effort, since the book was, essentially, Waiting for Godot in its earliest and distinctly embryonic state. The two title characters (Frederick Neumann and Bill Raymond) are as close as barstool buddies, and they stumble and blather about in a bleak inscape of metaphysical despair. Despite intermittent japery, they are triste, petulant atheists who resent the fact that they haven't found God in their Christmas stockings...