Word: mud
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Radcliffe left wing Kathy Agoos scored the first point, driving the ball into the corner of the goal. Yale scored its first goal midway during the first 30-minute half when Cliffe goalie Barbie Matson misgauged the ball and slipped in the mud. However, Ann Ballen, right inner, quickly followed up with a goal rushed into the cage...
Married. James Taylor, 24, minstrel of rock music who helped lead devotees of the high-decibel '60s toward gentler sounds in the '70s (Sweet Baby James, Fire and Rain, Mud Slide Slim); and Carly Simon, 27, leggy singer of the slick-folk, gutsy-ballad school (That's the Way I've Always Heard It Should Be, Anticipation) and offspring of the publishing Simon (& Schuster); both for the first time; in Manhattan...
...Tigers were clearly less skillful than Harvard, blowing five easy scoring opportunities in the game. Princeton's aggressive, shoving, tripping style of play was right at home in the mud, as a huge crowd watched the Tigers manhandle their way to an impasse with the frustrated Yardlings after their goal five minutes into the first half...
Everything is gray: the landscape, the light, the morality. There are no heroes, only villains and victims. The splendid myth of the West originated in blood and mud, both of which are in abundant evidence here, along with every other cliché of what has come to be called the antiwestern. The action takes place mostly on the main street of Coffeyville, Kans., which looks like a bayou. Whoever is not shot there is pretty sure to catch it in the saloon, which, like every other set in the picture, has been designed and dressed to look determinedly shabby...
...insistently their origins as clay. They are cindery lumps of inert matter, pummeled and squashed with what appears at first to be a paroxysm of gratuitous violence. In the largest piece, Clam Digger (1972), De Kooning's love of direct action reaches the outer limits of credibility: this mud-footed golem, clumping along inside his ridged, tormented epidermis, is all gesture, assuming form in a challengingly haphazard way. De Kooning's sculptures admittedly look regressive. They evoke memories of the European Expressionism of the 1950s-Dubuffet's turnip men and the familiar postwar imagery of the human...