Word: pens
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...such previous exercises as A Man and a Woman, Lelouch's unrelievedly romantic style has overemphasized his mawkish plots. Here he seems at times to be kidding himself. The zestful air of holiday and discovery is irresistible. If Antonioni's Zabriskie Point was a poison-pen letter to America, then Love Is a Funny Thing is a distinctively Gallic billetdoux that turns the entire continent into a joyful landscape for lovers...
...will probably notice that there is a peculiar lack of statistics in all that I have written. It is very tempting to give one stroke of the pen for each of the millions of people that America has killed or starved or maimed, or the thousands of rivers it has polluted, and reduce it to a table or graph and then say, "Look...
This lack of emphasis on his masterpieces leaves insufficient evidence to answer the question: how great was Tiepolo? Is it his innovative style with pen and wash that makes him important? Is it his ethereal atmospheres or his vision of a grand and an heroic world that makes him significant? How unique is the viewer's alienation from Tiepolo's religious theatres? To answer these questions, one must consider Tiepolo's other works-his ceilings in Italy...
Bill Monroe was born in Rosine, Kentucky, September 13 (he often referred to himself as "Lucky from Kentucky"), 1911. Bill learned to play instruments from his uncle, Pen Vanderver, immortalized in the tune "Uncle Pen." Bill recalls that as the youngest member of a musical family, his choice of instruments was limited. Oldest brother, Birch, played the most coveted and to Bill always the most important instrument, the fiddle. Next in line, Charlie chose guitar. Bill, coming along last, chose the mandolin, a virtually unknown instrument in recorded country music at that time. Not content to borrow styles from other...
...Chambers was also haunted by philosophical and political despair, beset by sickness and debt. He had qualms about contributing to the National Review at all. Missing deadline after deadline, his mind and pen ever poised to examine any key issue at Hegelian lengths, Chambers must have been difficult to fit into the everyday demands of editorship. Clearly the man and his words were worth all the trouble. It is hard not to agree with Buckley's valediction composed after Chambers' death in 1961. He speaks "to our time from the center of sorrow...