Word: plucking
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...York lawyer who investigated SAVAK for the International Commission of Jurists in Geneva, spoke to Reza Baraheni, an Iranian poet who was held for 102 days by the secret police in 1973. Baraheni told of seeing in SAVAK torture rooms "all sizes of whips" and instruments designed to pluck out the fingernails of victims. He described the sufferings of some fellow prisoners: "They hang you upside down, and then someone beats you with a mace on your legs or on your genitals, or they lower you down, pull your pants up and then one of them tries to rape...
...influence of Schygulla. The film has already garnered prizes at this year's Berlin Film Festival to her for best actress, and to Fassbinder for best director. One waits to see how it will fare at Cannes. Clearly Schygulla makes the film. For smoking sexuality, humor, and Horatio-Algeresque pluck, this German actress has no parallel. Cybill Shepherd, take note...
...with thinning dark hair, sits in the doctor's chair, his scalp red, scarred, infected. Dermatologist Marvin Lepaw and an aide hover over him. Slowly, methodically, using magnifying glass and tweezers, they pluck out one hair after another. The agonizing scene in Lepaw's Hicksville, N.Y., office is not an isolated incident. Doctors round the country are now trying to undo the dangerous fallout from yet another quack treatment for baldness: the implanting of synthetic fibers into the scalp...
...vessels, and volunteer commercial ships ranged over 10,000 sq. mi., rescuing 136 sailors. When helicopters spotted survivors in the water, the choppers had to drop and rise like yo-yos, trying to get in synchronization with the giant waves. The boats' tall masts made it impossible to pluck yachtsmen from the decks. "The idea of jumping into those huge seas was appalling," said Frank Worley, a crewman on Camargue. In the end, we were all pushed in by the skipper...
When Wade hunches over his banjo, he is a figure of rapturous communion, a man lost in a love affair with an instrument. The songs may be poignantly plaintive, boisterously celebratory or ironically funny. His fingers pluck the strings with steely precision or waft over them like a passing zephyr. Always there is the pulsing drive of his ever moving feet, percussively accenting the chords and the words...