Word: lucidly
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...shows little shyness. It boldly confronts the isolation and private logic of madness, and shows how aberration, anguish and longing can be turned into lucid fiction. Beyond this, Frame has a satiric grasp of the absurdities that pass for normal. Intensive Care (1970), for example, is about a future welfare tyranny in New Zealand where tranquilizers are put in the water supply, and all the grass and trees are plastic. Visions of brave new worlds are many, but Frame makes them newer with a brew of personal lyricism, broad cultural allusion and sudden chills...
...poetry of Audre Lorde demonstrated the lucid insight of a woman who is able to step back from her situation and observe--but never for too long. Because she, too, is black, feminist, lesbian, and intellectual, her consciousness and anger toward her everyday struggles and those of people like her are always at a high level. As reflected in her poetry, this awareness shocks, devastates, and clears the way for a new order of thought and action in a way the evening news cannot rival...
...think people have to realize that this team is stronger than they were last year. We've got solid pitching, and more experience, and more depth, and we're healthier." One of Zimmer's more lucid moments, no doubt...
...SALT by Christmas" was the slogan in Washington last fall, when the long stalled Strategic Arms Limitation Talks in Geneva showed promise. TIME Diplomatic Correspondent Strobe Talbott raced to synthesize five years of notes - replete with diplomatic circumlocutions and the technical jargon of weaponry - into a lucid history of SALT. But Christmas came late, and history had to wait. Only last week, when Secretary of State Cyrus Vance and Soviet Ambassador Anatoli Dobrynin reached a general agreement on the proposed treaty, could Talbott complete his project. Talbott's narrative, part of this week's 15-page Special Report...
...finished, exhausted. "Want to party with these pills?" she asked emptily, finally looking up; all her spark departed, sucked back into a syringe, leaving only white, wooden flesh, hanging from her bones and that whole juggernaut of woman so soft and lucid like all the arable nature was now dampened with that phenobarbital glaze...