Word: screaming
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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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...
...does not spew stinky fumes and carcinogens. A bike is easy to park in a sliver of space, and of precious oil it needs only a smidgen to keep the wheels squeakless. Riders may turn rowdy, but the vehicle itself is quiet -- a blessed virtue amid the squawk-bleat- scream-grind-growl-honk-toot-wail-shr iek that is the voice of the big city...
...done for. Further study is immediately precluded by the urge to put my book down and perform a jig or a polka. I raise my fist and scream, "Yes, Baby! That is the Coolest! You are the Best!" It is now only a matter of moments before my body is compelled by an invisible force to pigeon its head forward and back while walking like King Tut around my desk...