Word: metaphors
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...airspace over Nye is largely restricted to military aircraft. Jet fighters scream up Carver's Big Smoky Valley, occasionally roaring past cars at sagetop altitude. A bank of nuclear-radiation sensors, still religiously monitored, stands outside the county's old courthouse in Tonopah, the county seat. The ultimate metaphor for federal intrusion is the Energy Department's hotly controversial proposal to use Yucca Mountain, in Nye, for the nation's first high-level radioactive-waste dump...
Does the black community's need for renewal outweigh Farrakhan's history of demagoguery and racial hatred? For many of the marchers, the answer was yes. In New York City, Chicago and Los Angeles, men explaining to TIME why they would participate all chose the same metaphor: when your building is burning, they said, you don't worry about the pedigree of the fire fighters. In Washington last weekend, Donnie Scantlebury, 19, a college student from Houston, talked about "friends who died from suicides, fights, drugs. In any black neighborhood, everyone has seen friends killed or taken off to jail...
...book's title suggests, the home itself serves as an accessible metaphor for this sense of existiential and philosohpical exhaustion. In one poem, a woman, or rather, Atwood's ubiquitous, unnamed "you" character, wanders around her kitchen at 2:30 a.m., engaging in a refreshingly unpretentious bit of meditation...
...house: "If you never go into that room, you don't know anything about [it]. If I come out of that room to clean many other things in the rest of the house, then I know about the whole house." Richard Wright said that the "Negro is America's metaphor." The idea is that black people, merely by existing, hold up a mirror to white America, in which it may see itself darkly...
...childhood farm--his grounding in the earth--has never left Heaney or his poems: "As a child, they could not keep me from wells/ And old pumps with buckets and windlasses." His recurring metaphor for the act of writing poetry is digging, into the past, into the literal Irish bogs where old friends and enemies lie buried and preserved...