Word: glared
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...within the facade of idealist kitsch known as Soviet socialist realism. But it is hard to see how they could ruin it more thoroughly. K & M's paintings are not merely banal, but excruciatingly so, oily and inert, varnished so heavily that three-quarters of the surface is glare; the eye gropes for the cliches that lie embedded in them. The accretion becomes a kind of conceptual art, holding everything in quotation marks...
Menachem Begin refuses to struggle with this dilemma. He still likes to carry the blank check of Jewish history; he finds it useful in the conduct of government and war. "No one," Begin's government repeats with a baleful glare, "will preach to us ethics and respect for human life." Why not? Because of the record, because of pogroms and the 6 million dead in the Holocaust. There are many centuries in that line. Begin claims that as the Israeli dispensation. That is the moral capital of world Jewry, cataclysmically acquired. Do not presume to discuss suffering and death...
Gill scampers from side to side, picking our suitable vantage points where he can glare sinisterly our into the orgiastic crowd. A technical virtuoso equal to Adrian Belew or Robert Fripp of King Crimson, he sends screeching feedback and other bizarre sounds blazing to the ceiling, rips off eclectic chord changes to brand in with the rhythmic thrust laid down by Burnham and Lee, and contributes his eerie, monotonic voice strategically. For his part. King writhes and oscillates madly like a maniacal giraffe at the center of the stage, his primitive, guttural, and thoroughly expressive voice bounding through the controlled...
...sunlight, of manicured suburban lawns and shaved ice swimming in gin. Not all of his fiction (five novels and more than 100 short stories) was set in the heat of the year, but his dominant landscape radiated warmth and possibilities. It was filled with earnest people blinking in the glare of sudden and temporary freedom, with winter a chilly reflex of conscience. Seaside houses stimulated the senses: "Lying in bed, you draw on your cigarette and the red glow lights an arm, a breast, and a thigh around which the world seems to revolve. These images are like the embers...
...unmistakable aura of Captain Nemo's Nautilus from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. A misty crescent moon gives glimpses of child-size figures moving about in capes and cowls on a field expedition for earth flora. One of these figures wanders off and encounters the threatening glare of headlights and the honking of car horns. Before the errant extraterrestrial can return to his comrades, the spaceship abruptly ascends and little E.T. is left, alone and friendless, in an alien climate, where he can never flourish and may not survive...