Word: lust
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...Lost Lust. In the Orwellian world of ANC there will be no telephone exchanges to take pride of comfort in. Philadelphia's old-guard PEnnypacker and stalwart FIdelity will be gone; San Francisco will lose its lusty KLondike and sunny VAlencia; Mobile's TUlip will wither alongside Cincinnati's BRamble and Santa Fe's YUcca. Fenton, MO., will be torn from it's cozy FIreside, while Chester, Pa., and its saucy GYpsy will be parted. NIghtingale and HYacinth will nevermore breathe their poetry over Brooklyn's wires. The sands are running out fpr such...
From Roger Brown one begs more control. He reverberates with a noise that began a few years ago in San Francisco, full of images, full of lust, but so often formless and incantatory...
...looked toward the forthcoming meeting of the Roman Catholic Church's ecumenical council, for which some 2,300 clerics and theologians will flock to Rome, many for their first view of the city. Urged Pope John, in a 4,500-word letter to Romans: Pray for "mortification of lust, aversion to mundane pomp and detachment from excessive avidity of riches . . . We like to call Rome a Holy City. God forbid it become a city of perversion...
...father sacrifice his son's happiness to his artistic ambitions, as once he sacrificed hers, she is plunged into depression-the snake swallows her up. She hears voices that force her to give the lonely, unhappy boy the love his father refuses. She also gives him the lust she cannot give her husband. When the seizure passes, she sees that the experience has almost destroyed her brother; appalled by the power of darkness in her life, she longs for salvation. Voices lure her into "another world," promising that there she will see God. All at once, in her mind...
...three important roles are solid, the skeleton of Peace Decorum is not. Walter Moses' music is uneven: "Wander Lust," some of his "Ballet" and, of course, "Razzle Dazzle" are just fine, but scarcely memorable or even nice to hum. Alan Lutkus' lyrics are competent, but often inane, and they don't follow Carter Wilson's book too closely...