Word: magic
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...birds rush at each other in the air. Quick as a wink, one of them is gone. Swallowed. A single yellow feather drifts down to settle on the moss. I laugh, delighted by the purity of it." In a familiar childhood rite, he discovers the intricate magic of a yo-yo that he has bought from two Oriental itinerant salesmen, and learns the various movements-"walking the dog," "loop the loops" and a dazzling number called "the universe...
...Monument for a Dead Boy poignantly traces an adolescent's struggles against parental misunderstanding at home and the temptations of life outside, with an ambiguous outcome suggesting either death or maturity; in Sebastian, John Butler's sinuous, sensuous dance patterns turn a 17th century tale of black magic into palpable, modernistic horror; Macdonald's own abstract Time Out of Mind points in its brutal, angular movement to a parallel between the pace of modern life and the barbaric rituals of ancient times...
...Achebe writes of Ibo civilization as something not simply to be supplanted and forgotten. The story centers on a religious chief, virtually a god to his tribe, whose most potent magic is achieved through a sacred python. Though he distrusts Christianity, he allows an earnest, not more than ordinarily obtuse district officer to send one of his sons to a mission school. To the chief's horror, the Christianized boy zealously imprisons the sacred python in a box. "An abomination has happened," cries one tribesman. "Today I shall kill the boy with my own hands," says the chief...
...McCurdy can come up with some more of his magic psyche, and if sophomore sensations Roy Shaw and Keith Colburn can shake their crippling injuries, Harvard might be in shape for the big win. In yesterday's meet Shaw failed to finish, and Colburn could only finish far back and in considerable pain. Colburn did make an encouraging gesture by outkicking a Yalie who tried to pass him in the stretch...
...Looking outwards, he spun inwards, so far, far inside. He brought it all back home to himself, back into the smoke rings of his mind. The wind? The sea? Call it the unconscious. "I'm ready for to fade into my own parade." A pipeline laid deep to private magic swirling ships, subterranean homesick blues, dreams. to 115, Desolation Row, flickering vision lights of Johanna, Memphis mobile mind traps and all those psychic lowlands where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes...