Word: heaps
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...most revealing of these signs appeared in West Germany, which in the last ten years has transformed itself from a vast rubble heap to one of the world's top industrial powers. Though relatively abundant resources and an industrious population played a great part in this transformation, much of its direction was the work of West Germany's cigar-chomping Minister of Economics Ludwig Erhard, who by kicks, tricks and cajolery has kept his nation on the straight and narrow path of Marktwirtschaft-free enterprise economy...
...pleasure in hurling critical thunderbolts at our culture, or lack of it. Most of them are aimed at the so-called mass culture, the conformity and the averageness of American life. Eg: Rene MacColl, embarking for London shouts "Home soon! I am hopping away from this great, swarming ant heap of a country..." And here, in the ant heap, David Riesman states, "One thinks of ribbon-like roadside slums...man-made rural ugliness.... and the endless aesthetic atrocity of the cities." There is undeniably something...
...whirl into impressionism is the only other serious poem which need be taken seriously. Sandra Hochman's two poems, however, at least have an appealing delicacy and simplicity. John S. Coolidge's Mare Imbrium, despite its inclusion in the anti-dull Audience, is dull. At the bottom of the heap, however, is Richard Eberhart's rather heavily-scented war-drama "I see a man in blue denim walking walking Through the halls of conscientious objection...." Here, at least, Audience seems not to be holding true to its announced intention...
...have suggested that faculty offices be put in the Houses, that sections be held there, that graduate students be drawn into the System--in short, that the University become House-wise. With the new House in the planning we find ourselves tempted to add yet another proposal to the heap: why not design several suites which would accomodate married tutors...
...those cars with a low chassis. The wind caught his long scarf, wrapped it round the wheel, and in one savage second strangled him. The car skidded, buckled, reared against a tree, and was nothing but a heap of wreckage with one wheel spinning like a roulette wheel...slower, slower, slower in the silence...