Word: dust
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...grow older I will become even more so"), Boulez possesses a blazing aphoristic gift for denouncing all those who do not agree with him. On everyone who writes opera today: "Since Wozzeck and Lulu, no opera worth discussing has been composed." On the Paris Opera: "Full of dust and dung." On the French musical community, which he left in 1959 to settle in Germany: "There is more stupidity there than anywhere else." On the verbiage of conductors who talk too much: "Sheer hocus-pocus...
...livened his campaign by touring an Indian reservation, posing for photographers in a feathered headdress, then stowing the war bonnet in a closet. Arizona's Senator Barry Go Id water is a more astute politician than that. He proudly answers to the tribal name of Barry Sun Dust, also speaks Navajo with near-fluency. Just to cement his tribal connections, he has now hired as his Washington receptionist Yazzie Leonard, 20, a beautiful, full-blooded Navajo who majored in dramatic arts at Phoenix College. Barry interviewed Yazzie for more than an hour in her native tongue, then gave...
...Alas, another slightly tarnished, slightly tattered liberal bites the dust. Abe Fortas, like the Smothers brothers, was a victim of the Establishment. Free and constructive speech, once valued as a privileged medium of criticism, is fast becoming a farcical political device of the haves. With the possibility of four liberal seats being vacated soon, the conservatives are chuckling. God help us if another Taft Era is the result...
...helicopter swooped in over the treetops, belching white puffs of a potent military tear gas called CS. The powder settled indiscriminately on demonstrators and bystanders, drifting into classrooms and the campus hospital. The crowd in Sproul Plaza tried to flee, but gas-masked Guardsmen blocked the exits. The ubiquitous dust terrified women and children picnicking near by; youngsters in a playground half a mile away became hysterical. It disrupted the oral examination of a doctoral candidate. One gasping coed, found in a classroom alone, could only sob: "Bastards! I'm a sorority girl...
...theme and moral vision. Pooh-poohing grandiose abstractions, she persistently reasserted that the prime requisites for fiction are specific details, concrete images and exact sensations. "The fact is that the materials of the fiction writer are the humblest. Fiction is about everything human and we are made out of dust, and if you scorn getting yourself dusty, then you shouldn't try to write fiction. It's not a grand enough...