Word: glamorous
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...names of dead husbands, for instance. Others, imprisoned by job descriptions, define themselves by what they do. To describe her life's purpose, one woman says. "I canned them pears/and I canned them pears." The vitality of these poems lies in the contrast of their doldrums today with the glamor of other lives and locales--the voices in the poems trap themselves but manage to describe a broad, exciting world...
...signals that America has given $1 million. Live, from Atlantic City, via the magic of television. Francis Albert Sinatra. The Chairman can't really be classed with Wayne and Tony. He is them plus talent, class, and a little subtlety, cool sophistication one step above rhinestoned trying-very-hard glamor. Sinatra sings "New York, New York," which will be sung by at least six other performers during the show, and does it a little wryly, not just the simple "If I can make it there I can make it anywhere" Babbitry of his imitators. But he doesn't stay long...
...television set. Americans watched again and again the same few minutes of action outside the Washington Hilton: and the next night it was just a matter of settling back into their easy chairs to tune into the Oscars. And, eerily, as the ceremonies got underway, the familiar glitz and glamor began to resonate with echoes of the previous day's tragedy. "Hooray for Hollywood," sang the chorus-line that opened the show and their refrain became a bizarre theme-song for the events of the day before; there really was a lot of Hollywood mixed in with the shooting...
They come in campers and station wagons, sports cars and sedans, creeping across the valley behind the slowest trailer. They forsake the beaches of Malibu and Carmel, the glamor of San Francisco and Bel Air. They leave behind the concession stands, theaters, and baseball diamonds and head for the mountains. They seek Yosemite, Sequoia, and Kings Canyon--for the unmatched, glacier-carved grandeur of John Muir's "Range of Light...
When they poke fun at Hollywood (a tough target!) in "Glamor Profession," they debase their argument by setting the lyrics to L.A.-mellow music. And this isn't clever melodic satire, because "My Rival" is much of the same, setting funk back a few decades. The vocal tracks removed, "My Rival" could play over airport sound systems...