Word: owlish
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...nukes," although that message is undeniably in the work. The cosmology he assembles is as elaborate and beautiful as any set to poetry since Yeats wrote of gyres and phases of the moon. It also dances with humor. The late W.H. Auden, now an onlooker in heaven, plays an owlish Vergil to Merrill's Dante. "Did you realize," Merrill asks, "that people have plutonium in their lymph glands?" Auden taps back: SURELY ONLY THE BETTER CLASSES...
Mark Chartrand, the owlish chairman of the Hayden Planetarium, is happy to unmask the manipulative strings attached to this particular wizard, a machine resembling a fat steel dumbbell, a monster with 9,000 eyes that moves eerily above the darkened floor of the planetarium. Explains Chartrand: "The machine moves the sun across the sky and accurately reproduces the movements both of the stars and the planets. In a sense it is a machine that can virtually take you any place in any time." The big steel dumbbell is a German-made Zeiss planetarium projector, 12 ft. high weighing...
...over 40 articles and essays to publications such as "Sight and Sound," "Cinema Journal," and "Film Quarterly." In 1969, a friend of his was producing Mel Brooks's The Twelve Chairs when one of the supporting actors bowed out. Brooks asked Petric to replace the actor--"because of my owlish eyes," Petric admits. "It turned out to be a stupid movie," he says. Before coming to Harvard, he taught at several universities and conducted seminars all over the country...
...mind that philosophy, can music, embrace botany, magic, sculpture, mathematics and folklore belongs in the quattrocento, not in the Manhattan ware house district. But Hayward Cirker is content. The owlish founder and president of Dover Publications Inc. insists that he is precisely where he belongs. "I'm no Renaissance man," he maintains. "I'm just curious...
Nearly a head shorter than his gangling charges, chubby and a bit owlish behind the plain frames of his glasses, Morgan Wootten looks more like a history teacher-which he is until afterschool practice begins-than the builder of a basketball dynasty. While still an undergraduate at Montgomery Junior College in suburban Washington, he was offered a coaching job at a Catholic boys' home. "I fell in love with coaching," Wootten says, "and changed my major from prelaw to education." Now 46, he has remained a high school coach despite a stream of offers from colleges-including Wake Forest...