Word: ponds
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Unfortunately, some of the gifts that have made Williams such a formidable dramatist are sadly in abeyance. The pulse of conflict beats feebly. The surge of musical eloquence, which was once like a river cresting in flood, is in Creve Coeur little more than a ripple on a placid pond...
...leader board for the Crimson were Glenn Alexander and Dave Paxton, who wobbled in with a pair of 82s. Alexander took a quadruple bogey on the par-three ninth, a tribute to the fiendish propensities of C.B. MacDonald. This famed hole requires a long carry of Greis Pond, to a spit of green bisected by a moraine. Alexander tried to putt out of the gully, but didn't stroke it quite hard enough and his ball rolled right back down...
...Dales fired woebegone rounds of 92, with a number of their shots resembling the trajectory of quail who have been shot down in mid-flight. Dales also took a seven on the ninth, hitting a pair of tee-shots that will remain forever at the bottom of Greis Pond...
...sense of working outdoors, directly from the motif. Whether his canvases, he remarked, "are painted from life or not is nobody's business and of no importance whatsoever." They were in fact painted from memory-but the span of memory was as short as the walk from the pond to the studio. In his genius for rendering evanescence within a monumental structure, Monet became a master of le temps retrouvé: the most Proustian of painters. His truer literary equivalent, though, was the symbolist poet Stéphane Mallarmé. The blank page, for Mallarmé, trembled with possibility...
These are essential texts for Monet's lily-pond paintings, with their almost indistinguishable precisions of color, their deep tracts of the reflected sky (no horizon line, no orientation in space; the eye floats in an amniotic fluid of light), and their intricate play between air colors in the water and the solider rafts of lilies crossing them like clouds. Toward the end of his life, as his vision degenerated-first, after a series of primitive cataract operations, distorting his sight toward yellow, and at last toward blue-Monet rarely left his garden; but then, he did not need...