Word: glittered
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...handles language with a scholar's weighty vocabulary that at least once ranges beyond the scope of the unabridged dictionary (favrile) but the almost never settles back upon the easy couch of cliche. His most evident fault lies elsewhere--in the directions of slickness and hyperfacility. Too often, the glitter of his words made me stop and lose sight of the whole poem while I luxuriated in a single phrase or image like "scouring chimneys' ledges' edges,/ scuffling sludge of leafmulch thickly." (from Winter Emergent...
...last year's snow?"). The quiet golden glow of Leopardi's L'infinito, one of the supreme sonnets in all literature, is messily extinguished; the wild-strawberry innocence of Hebel's Sic Transit acquires a chemical tang of quick-frozen fruitiness; and the fine dandiacal glitter of the Baudelaires is spotted with phraseological mudballs-"this obscene beast," for instance, is scarcely a felicitous rendition of "ce monstre délicat...
...flowed onto Bismarckstrasse, off RichardWagner-Platz, to deliver the cream of West Berlin society, the entire West Berlin Senate, West Berlin Mayor Willy Brandt, Federal President Heinrich Lübke, retired U.S. General Lucius Clay, and 21 assorted ambassadors up from Bonn for the occasion. But for all the glitter, it was a subdued affair as opera openings go. There were black ties and evening gowns aplenty, but Lübke and Brandt, mindful of the divided city's precarious situation, shunned the traditional white tie and tails for business suits. One woman sported a pink mink jacket...
...someone gave Manuel a common stone, he would hold it in his hand and look at it eagerly. In a few seconds, it would begin to shine and he would see that it was made of silver, then of gold, then of the most precious things imaginable, until the glitter died...
...Hancock, the director, has, if anything, intensified this somewhat incongruous vaudeville element (wholly serived. I deem, from American productions of Die Dreigroschenoper): marquee lights glitter from the proscenium, news of each scene is projected on a screen from slides (a Ia Chaplin), and poor old Maggie Ziskind, cast as the Widow Leosadia Begbick, a saloon-keeping trollop, has to bundle up in ratty Lotte Lenya togs and belt out a couple of those sour songs that were Mrs. Weill's stock-in-trade. (The words for most of these songs are by Mr. Bentley, the music--as Wall...