Word: mud
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...shaped like a gargoyle, and a wooden scroll with Welcome All Ye Who Enter etched in red, tacked upon the molding. Inside a chandelier, tear-shaped bits of glass strung together in the form of a globe, dangles in the hallway; the walls are bumpy, like just dried mud plaster, broken by an oil painting of a girl in a red equestrian's uniform astride an auburn thoroughbred in a forest. The living roomis furnished in imitation gold-leafed Louis XIV, with mustard velvet upholstery and matching floor length drapes. There are three six-year-old portraits of the Rath...
...History has a way of clearing leaders like President Nixon after all the verbal and printed mud of trivialities sinks to the bottom of the pool and the clear water of truth and performance again appears at the top. My only disappointment in the President will come if he ever resigns, or permits impeachment, without a fight...
...bewildering set of classifications, each with a name: lutestring stroke, olive (pit) stroke, spring-silkworm-spitting-silk stroke; hanging-creeper dots, rat-foot dots, and some 21 kinds of ts'un or "texture wrinkle," including something called the tan-wo-ts'un or "pellet (as dropped into mud) whirlpool (eddies) texture." If this sounds pedantic, it should be seen in context: the Chinese belief that any stroke (like any character) was a unit of meaning, virtually a work of art; and that the picture could be as much a manifestation of the tao as nature itself...
...snow-capped peaks of the volcanoes unless it's early morning, for then the sky is not yet preparing its afternoon torrent. So it's best not to arrive after noon, unless you're wearing a sweater or two and a raincoat, and boots for the thick mud that dries to dust again over night. If you arrive in August, the pink and white plastic streamers from the July first saint's day fiesta still flicker against the sky above the hard, dusty, goat-trodden roads...
Then the coffin is borne through the mud and past the grunting of the pigs up to a plateau where the graveyard lies above the dark hills and valleys. The grave was dug the day before among the similar small graves which comprise more than half of the graveyard. Don Faustino lowers the casket, pours holy water over it in the shape of the cross, covers it with planks and quickly, with the help of other men, shovels the dirt back...