Word: sicklied
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...shock waves through the West Coast movie establishment. More than anything else, it accounted for the sellout attendance at last week's $250-to-$500-a-plate dinner, raising an estimated $1.2 million for AIDS Project Los Angeles, a group that provides assistance to victims of the disease. Too sick to attend, Hudson referred poignantly in his message to his new and unwanted recognition. "I am not happy that I have AIDS," he said. "But if that is helping others, I can at least know that my own misfortune has had some positive worth...
TIME Reporter Andrea Dabrowski was pouring coffee in the kitchen of her apartment in the center of the capital. "I thought I was sick," she said. "There was this terrible dizzy feeling. Some way, I stumbled to the doorway. The buildings across the street were swaying, really swaying. It was like being rocked in a boat. There were all these sounds of cracking and crackling, and the electric lines popping. I yelled out, 'God save me!' " The quake knocked many of the city's radio and television stations off the air. One exception was Channel 13, which provided the world...
...among the victors, not everyone was jubilant. Antiwarrior D.H. Lawrence snapped at a group of celebrators, "It makes me sick to see you rejoicing like a butterfly in the last rays of the sun before the winter . . . Europe is done for; England most of all." And Joseph Conrad, whose son had been shell- shocked in France, wrote, "I cannot confess to an easy mind . . . Great and blind forces are set catastrophically all over the world...
...lyrical descriptions of properties that sound too good to be true. Often, they are. A Ukrainian woman found she had rented a deserted shack with no plumbing. Disheartened, she returned to the train station and put down a deposit for another room, but the address proved nonexistent. "I'm sick of the whole idea of vacation," she said. "I want to go home, but I can't buy a train ticket...
...with constructivist precision. One of his avant-garde friends, on first viewing the Merzbau's bizarre grottoes and columns (which included such elegancies as a "Sex-Crime Cavern" and a bottle of the artist's urine with artificial flowers in it), thought it "a kind of fecal smearing--a sick and sickening relapse." Would it look so violent today? Perhaps not, but certainly the Schwitters placed before us on the walls of MOMA is a different creature, edited by the survival of small works and the destruction or loss of large ones...