Word: murmured
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...will keep hiring picadors from the back row and pic the bull back far back along his spine you will slam sandbags to the kidneys and pass a wine poisoned on the vine you will saw the horns off and murmur the bulls are ah the bulls are not what once they were The corrida will end with Russians in the plaza Swine, some of you will say what did we wrong? And go forth to kiss the conquerors...
...Army. Trained in combat, promoted by victory, its leaders were men of capacity and command. Slowly, so as not to disturb a slumbering volcano, the aging commanders are being urged out. Retirement is greased with comforts: full pay, choice of home anywhere in China, honors and consultancies. The murmur of envy puts it that such retired generals are guaranteed fangzi, chezi, haizi ? quarters at least as good as those they enjoyed as commanding generals, car and driver for life, preference for their children in schools and army...
...goodly number of national names, Gregg Allman will be there, as will one of Boston's best very own. The Stompers. Also, make a very special note in your calendars of July 13 REM, with one of the two or three best albums of the year so far, Murmur, under tow is slated...
...book form as the kid who never said anything to anybody except "I don't care" and eventually I don't cared himself into getting gobbled up by a lion. This version, by casting a body-suited women (Linda Hammott) as the doggerel in just the right suggestive murmur, manages to transform this grisly little sage into a sex fable--a counterintuitive and ultimately meaningless exercise. Of course it works that way if you want it to: "Then I will out you, don't I care!" "And you will be inside of me." "I don't care!" "So the lion...
...howling hounds of hell in Timothy Mason's In a Northern Landscape to the title creature in Patrick Tovatt's Bartok As Dog. Feminism, incest and home cooking were other recurrent themes. But on half a dozen occasions one could hear distinctive voices rising above the collective murmur-and, in Kathleen Tolan's A Weekend Near Madison, the unmistakable cry of an infant...