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...manages to sidestep Yirrkala, hitting the coast 300 km west at Maningrida, but what begins to form on Yunupingu's bark canvas bound for France has some of its meteorological power. Here the artist's field of shimmering stars mass into high-pressure spirals, drawing the viewer into the eye of her creative storm...
...sings; the rarrk's kinetic power suggesting the presence of Ngalyod. Nearby, his painted hollow-log column appears to bear the weight of the building. Mawurndjul visited Paris last September to hand-paint his lorrkkon log and supervise the ceiling work, joining his artisans on the scaffolding. "His eye followed every single line as it was painted," recalls Lonergan...
...violent. No matter what police said, they couldn't get the suspects to talk. They had no leverage because no one took their threats seriously. It was a logical response: in New Orleans, 93% of people arrested from 2003 to 2004 never went to prison. "It was a real eye-opening experience," says Sergeant Harris. "People born and raised in Houston seem to have an understanding of consequences, of punishment. You can show them the options, and they start thinking, Wow, maybe I should start cooperating." With New Orleans evacuees, Sergeant Harris says, "there is no baseline. They have...
...that dialogue equates with weakness, that we've called these regimes 'evil'--either Iran or North Korea--and therefore we won't talk to them. Some people say talking would legitimize the regimes. But we're not trying to change the regimes, and they're already legitimized in the eyes of the international community. So we ought to have enough confidence in our ability as diplomats to go eye to eye with people--even though we disagree in the strongest possible way--and come away without losing anything...
...grinned, squirmed and buried her face in her arms. "She's already written her application," said her commander, Lt. Col. Dewarsara Banu, smiling at her charge's shyness. "But there's still no reply." "Why hasn't there been a reply?" whined Samandi, looking up with the one eye, her left, that survived a shot to the head and fiddling with the capsule of cyanide powder around her neck. "I want this. I want to be a Black Tiger. I want to blast myself for freedom...