Word: joyful
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Sufjan’s interest in the small carries over into a perfectionist precision in his music and voice. His poetry grows universal through its vivid specificity and his concerns, whether bathed in joy or pathos, are important to us because every syllable and every note is important to him, a result of years pouring over the ornaments of Bach, the flourishes of Debussey, and the complexities of Philip Glass—“Although I’m not going to pretend I’m on that level of sophistication...
...Harvard College is at an interesting point in its history. The class of 2008 is particularly significant; it is the first class ever that has more women than men. To the joy of the men of 2008, women make up 50.3%—828 of the 1646 students—of the class. That is a whopping difference of ten students...
...group’s first LP Lunapark. The crowd responded positively, especially to the lines “New England has the foliage / But I’m not goin’ back,” despite the fact that the lyrics are more dismissive than praising. The joy of hearing their region name-checked by one of its semi-prodigal sons outweighed the actual message, or perhaps all that could be made out way in the back of the club over the dense, effects-heavy guitars was the name of the locale and not the message attached...
...celebrated like this. As victory drew near--the finale was a 3-0 game in which the Cards played as though the curse had struck them--thousands of fans gathered near Fenway, while across New England, from the Maine woods to the divided turf of Connecticut, there was teary joy. Even in Manhattan, deep within enemy territory, expats of the Red Sox Nation poured into the streets to celebrate as the locals, for once, quietly seethed. Some 3.2 million fans thronged Boston for the victory parade, so many that the parade route was extended into the Charles River by boat...
...this way before. So even! So white! They vibrated from perfection. And his square jaw ... that chin with the perfect cleft in it ... his thick, thatchy light brown hair ... those brilliant hazel eyes ... his! Right there in the mirror--him!" To read it is to feel both the dizzy joy of intoxication and the impending hangover, not through anything Wolfe tells us but from the altered, manic rhythms of the prose alone...