Word: sanded
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Stephen Sandy's "Arena" has a great tactile con-cretion that works against a generally undefined setting to yield a sense of hallucinatory strangeness; the poet advances opaque ideas in deceptively simple language, apt to be accepted before its difficulty is recognized, as in "into the shifty sand and blank/ sky of us." I like this poem better than any of Sandy's except perhaps the Breughel poem published in the New Yorker a few weeks...
...Sand Pebbles is a thought-provoking ad for the American way of political life. In the midst of a war that is continually costing the U.S. more in both money and lives, a major U.S. studio and a major U.S. director, Robert (The Sound of Music) Wise, have invested some $12 million in an angry if indirect attack on U.S. policy in Viet Nam. What's more, they will probably get their money back, even though this film version of Richard McKenna's 1962 bestseller turns out to be just a Panavision placard crammed with peacenik cliches...
...pineapple), served by a statuesque dark-haired wahine in a billowing muu muu with a blood-red anthurium in her hair. It may come even later, as he wanders along a ginger-golden beach. Somehow, everything in Hawaii seems to be soft and warm-the air, the ocean, the sand, the music and the people...
...television screen shows a college crowd clustered on the beach. One of the niftiest coeds of the lot, Betsy, is off by herself, ignored, patting castles in the sand. A girl friend comes over to console her. Betsy whispers a burning question: "Could I possibly have bad breath?" The answer is could be, and Betsy is slipped a mouthwash. Then the camera dissolves to THE NEXT WEEKEND. The same old gang is singing around a bonfire on the beach. Only this time Betsy and one of the guys are making out like crazy. Her girl friend returns, and coos: "Looks...
...Jacques Levy and the flawlessly integrated playing of a versatile cast, Playwright Van Itallie conveys an especially timely sensation, that of a world of fragmented experience so speeded up past human endurance that a man must either die laughing or go mad. America Hurrah is as lively as a sand tick. It is anguishingly funny, yet oddly poignant, and more than passing wise in the ways of today's world...