Word: listening
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...listen, there are these gems," says Kasimir Stachiewicz, a woodcarver on Main Street. Stachiewicz once called Geller to request a Bach partita. Then, not knowing whether Geller would play the request, or when, he decided to pay a visit. He climbed the stairs to the studio. Then he heard music: his request. Afraid to knock, he waited outside, hearing it faintly through the door...
...pots, crumpled bed sheets still bear the impress of daily life. But in the now deserted streets, no men chatter. No women call to their children. No chickens squawk. No insects buzz. "The silence is so deep," whispers a visitor to a relief worker. "I try not to listen," the medic responds. Yet it is all but impossible not to hear the echoes of the tragedy...
...suspects. Though formally attached to the U.S. embassy, they mainly work undercover with paid informers. Much of the time, they are relatively powerless. Says one enforcement officer: "Intelligence is the only game we play down here. For example, some Chicago families have direct links with the Durango Mafia. We listen to the street talk and occasionally we get a report that so many k's (kilograms) are coming up." At that point the Americans pass on the information to Mexican police and hope, often vainly, for the best. "It is not unknown," says a U.S. official, "for DEA agents...
Callon is not alone. Surfing, the quintessential California pastime, which seemed to crest two decades ago, has attracted beaches full of new (and once lapsed) fans this summer. Stats are elusive, since only the diehard board cowboys join local clubs. But listen to beach-shop owners, and there is no doubt that surf's up as never before. "We're seeing a whole new crowd," says Gary Cimochowski, owner of the Brave New World, a supply store in Point Pleasant Beach, N.J. "Young guys are taking up the sport, and older guys are coming back...
...psychic pain. No wonder Betsy compares her husband to Ingmar Bergman. The American painter and the Swedish filmmaker are both stern visionaries whose art is based not on effusion but on reduction -- experience purified, like the flayed skin of a penitent. Both document man's spiritual solitude. Both listen for the eloquence in things left unsaid, the static electricity in gestures repressed. In their work you notice the flint first; you have to get closer to feel the fire...