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...scream is one of the indigenous sounds of city life, like an automobile alarm that whoops and heaves, then stops, leaving the question hanging like a hawk as to whether a car was broken into, or did its owner set off the alarm by accident, and then lay it to rest. With human screams, the question is more complicated, since screams are not mechanical or automatic. Did you hear that, Harry? What could it be? A scream of delight, of fright? Hilarity, Harry? Do you think that someone is laughing too hard? Could it be hysteria, madness...
...other buildings in New York, in other cities, in all the cities, new screams will take up the slack. Sometimes the authorities will respond, sometimes not. The beating of women and children will continue in the hidden boxes of apartments: evil, secret noise. You will hear the scream, and someone else will tell you that it wasn't a scream, it was a kettle whistle; and no one will be sure if there ever was a scream, until a body lies in evidence. How is the citizen-listener to react? Rush wildly through the corridors until the sound is unmistakable...
After four days the drama has begun to take shape, but Bergman is far from satisfied. "We need more emotion. I'm getting full resistance," he complains. In one scene, Emck must scream obscenities at Frank. "Sounds too ladylike," the director mutters; then, to Frank: "Is that how your mother sounded?" "Worse," says Frank. "Do it again," Bergman tells Emck, as the process of art imitating life is guided by the patient's recollection of a moment in a five-year-old's life...
...image of such quiet weirdness that it really shocks you -- such as Half and Half, 1985-86, an interior with the top half of a body in the foreground, a head and shoulders staring mournfully out of the space like a resigned cousin of the figure in Munch's Scream; for no clear reason the lower half of the body is left standing up behind it, like a pair of empty waders, in the bland spectral light of what appears to be an indoor swimming pool. At such moments Rothenberg's imagery delivers the jolt and reach of feeling...
Because construction workers have graciously agreed to bang metal and scream profanity at increased volume levels every nine minutes in the early morning, lucky North House students no longer have to worry about faulty snooze butttons. Still, the other planned improvements are so stunningly behind schedule and over-budget, that I decided to ask a few officials some questions. They were hesitant to discuss the matter...