Word: moone
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...across it was an extraordinarily large meteor; its maximum brightness near the middle of its course through the sky exceeded that of the moon. But most startling of all, it came within 36 miles of the earth's surface, traveling at 33,000 m.p.h. before soaring off into space. Had it hit, says one expert, the impact would have rivaled the blast of the atomic bombs that fell on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in World...
...surrealist artists, his imagery-as the selection of his work here indicates-constantly hovers on the edge of cliche. The Delvaux "look" is unmistakable: an empty street of neoclassical façades, a 19th century railway station or a grove of columns, all lit by gas lamps or the moon. The inhabitants are nudes (generally blonde Walloon girls with an air of mild bovine derangement) who wander about, sleep, vaguely study themselves in hand mirrors, and are met by bourgeois gentlemen in dark suits and bowlers. Sometimes, as in The Encounter, the businessman has Delvaux's own face. Though...
...resident of Holworthy, who asked not to be named, added that the flautist repeatedly cried, "the sun, the moon...
Dark of the Moon is by two nice gentlemen named Howard Richardson and William Berney. It takes place in the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. Its story concerns a witch boy who turns human to marry a girl named Barbara Allen. At the end, as the McGraw Encyclopedia of World Drama eloquently puts it, "once again a witch, John looks without recognition at the body of the girl he once loved." Well, the course of true love never did run smooth. This weekend and next in the Leverett Old Library...
...fishing cap down over age-browned eyes. "Orange soda?" he says as he hands up the bottles from the panting cooler, and if you encourage him he begins telling stories from the Bible, and talking in general about the state of the world. He believes that TV faked the moon landings. We react like Zarathustra, thinking to himself, could it be that this hermit, here in his woods, has not yet heard that God is dead? He paces and leans behind the counter: Ezekiel in the valley of the dry bones, you've red it, I know you have...