Word: mocks
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...Blow, Gabriel, Blow to the romantic experimental ballads Night and Day and Begin the Beguine. His polished lyrics have rarely been equaled-some scarcely need melody to support them: "Is it an earthquake/ or simply a shock?/ Is it the good turtle soup/ or merely the mock? . . . is it Granada I see/ or only Asbury Park...
...expressionist group, his conscious Francophilia set him rather apart from his colleagues. It was often taken as a denial of American newness. as a manifesto of eclecticism. Other artists dissimulated their debts to French painting or let critics bury them. Not Motherwell. Thus he was much abused as a mock European, all taste and private income-a Dick Diver, not attuned to the harsh and epic voice of the American pictorial myth...
...harassing frame of mind as those 1920's reactionaries who sought to restrain the needed reforms of society, economics and politics that Luscomb and her ilk fought for, even when they didn't always see their dreams fulfilled in their lifetime. It is, after all, so easy to mock but so much harder to do. And Luscomb has spent a lifetime demanding "what is to be done...
...American Ballet Theater has gone back to the first Firebird for its latest, opulent new production. The impulse can scarcely be questioned: few companies have the resources to provide the public with a chance to step back in the history of movement. The sets are handsome mock-ups of those designed by Nathalie Gontcharova for Diaghilev's Ballets Russes. In Natalia Makarova the A.B.T. has a ballerina who understands an older tradition and makes it breathe...
...guitarist's throat in a skinnyboned imitation of a hard-ass punk. After picking his teeth with the knife, the Boy tired of that toy, only to pick out a new one for the next number: a pink plastic pleasure machine, with which he caressed his bony pelvis in mock ecstasy between stanzas. As the set ended, the star slithered on his belly among the drums, to caustic chords and dimming lights, his death-throes ceasing as the audio-feedback whined and faded into applause...