Word: madding
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...believe total warfare in South Africa would be a good thing in itself. However, with every passing day it becomes more necessary, for liberation is not only a good thing, in itself, it is also unstoppable. Park and his co-authors seem to be particularly mad at me for suggesting there might be something nasty about a total war on race lines. This is one of the few points of my article and my personal position that they did not misrepresent. I would rather have the African National Congress come to power through something other than total war. Perhaps that...
...especially when she wanted to draw that I remembered that she was two and not 10. Colors were simply colors, and she always got mad when my pictures--best described as surrealist blotches--looked better than hers, so she made me give my picture to her which she promptly wrote her name on. She also liked to roller-skate--her only problem was that she liked putting on the skates but was scared to move afterwards...
...analyzing the themes of late Picasso, but there are moments when he goes right off the edge. The last period, he declares, "is not a 'swan song,' but the apotheosis of his career." A ten-dollar word: it means transformation into a god. It is what mad Nero dreamed of; and now, on the theological authority vested in the Guggenheim Museum and its trustees, it has come to "Ol' Cojones...
...among the nightingales." Yet Heaney's man is not a commoner but a king, and he does not merely listen to birds, he becomes one. Sweeney Astray is in fact not an original poem but a brilliant rendition of the 7th century Irish legend Buile Suibne. In it, Mad Sweeney slays an innocent psalmist and is cursed for his great offense by St. Ronan: "It is God's decree/ bare to the world he'll always be." Thereafter, the king loses a battle, a mind and an identity when he is reduced to a pitiable creature, "wind...
...plunge in the surf. Whenever Daryl Hannah, as the sweetly shallow creature from the deep, and Tom Hanks, as the produce merchant who loves her, start to get goopy, there is a New York City street person available to assert the reality principle: Eugene Levy, splendid as a mad scientist who seems to have wandered in from a Jaws sequel, or John Candy, fine as a man who thinks Penthouse centerfolds are philosophical statements...