Word: morbids
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...final work of the concert, and thus the final work of the entire Monday night series, was Arnold Schoenberg's Pierrot Lunaire Op 21, (1912). Set to rather morbid poetry by Albert Giraud, the work exerted a curious kind of fascination on the audience--except those Philistines who apparently could not take it and left in the middle. The work's success owes in no small part to the performers, particularly conductor Jacques-Louis Monod, who made eminent sense out of music that is all too easily incomprehensible, and "narrator" Bethany Beardslee whose negotiation of all the weirdities of Schoenberg...
...Negro son-valet interrupts Lincoln's speeches for definitions. Lincoln's two secretaries who will write histories talk about history. Characters repeat words for the sake of Meaning. "Till the day I die," says Abe. "The day you die?" say they. "The very day'" says Abe. O ominous, O morbid...
This theme runs through all his work but achieves its greatest expression in Pale Fire. The novel has two parts: a morbid autobiographical poem written by John Shade, and a dotty commentary by an admirer, Charles Kinbote. But is that really all there is to it? No, argues Field, who suggests that not only the poem but the commentary are Shade's work: he has absorbed Kinbote's theories and has fashioned the commentary as an extravagant coda to his own poem. This kind of argument about a possible fiction within a fiction -essentially, the was-Hamlet-reallymad...
Accustomed as she is to having her picture taken, these photos nevertheless "had no aim except that of arousing the morbid curiosity of the public," complained Brigitte Bardot, 32, in a suit co-filed with Husband Giinter Sachs, 34, against Playmen, a grotesque new Italian caricature of Playboy. The magazine garnished its second issue with a five-picture layout of a topless BB, looking mighty like a senior citizen, sunbathing in Rome with her totally in-the-skin husband, unaware that a paparazzo had, in Brigitte's words, "cut a hole in the dense vegetation surrounding the swimming pool...
...should write one's diary for one's great-grandson," writes Sir Harold Nicolson in the diary he kept faithfully for 34 years of his active life as a prolific author and sometime Member of Parliament. "The purely private diary becomes too self-centred and morbid. One should have a remote, but not too remote, audience...