Word: haiku
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...vary greatly from school to school. At suburban Hillside, for example, students listen to "sky music" ranging from Franz Josef Haydn's Sunrise Quartet to Tom Paxton's Even a Gray Day. In Pittsburgh's Martin Luther King Jr. Elementary School, Ruth Martin's fifth-graders write cloud-inspired haiku and use star charts to find constellations. The program seems to work as well in cities as in suburbia: Martin describes an eight- year-old "barely able to contain his excitement" at having spotted Jupiter above the urban skyline with his naked...
...nonsense here. The blues have no tolerance for fancy language or extravagant rhythms. This is music in hard focus and precise form, haiku for voice and guitar. "All my love's in vain," Robert Johnson sang, and whenever that feeling comes around to anyone, it is always to a blues accompaniment...
Rare is the day that Giuliani's name does not appear in the papers. He is media savvy, not overtly calculating. He loves to talk (he does so with unselfconscious self-absorption), to expatiate in professorial detail (with the slightest hint of a lisp). He is also a modern haiku master who can distill a complicated answer into a crisp, 15-second sound bite. When necessary, he can be circumspect. After Giuliani testified at a recent hearing in New York on medical malpractice, one reporter tried to engage him in debate about the Mafia. He smiled mischievously. "Remember the rules...
...keep Mom company. He switched on The Tonight Show, where Dr. William H. Cosby, Ed.D. (U. Mass.) was telling a story about middle- aged parents trying to instruct their kids in the facts of life. Next morning, Tartikoff phoned Cosby's agent and floated yet another of his brainstorming haiku: "A black Family Ties." The following autumn The Cosby Show became the first sitcom smash since Mork & Mindy in 1978, cemented NBC's Thursday-night schedule, and propelled the network toward...
...compact art form, and somewhat unnatural. A person feels uncomfortable composing a little song of himself for the classifieds. The personal ad is like haiku of self-celebration, a brief solo played on one's own horn. Someone else should be saying these things. It is for others to pile up the extravagant adjectives ("sensitive, warm, witty, vibrant, successful, handsome, accomplished, incredibly beautiful, cerebral and sultry") while we stand demurely by. But someone has to do it. One competes for attention. One must advertise. One must chum the waters and bait the hook, and go trolling for love and laughter...