Word: singe
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...rest of the boxing world could only savor the prospect. After last week's bout, Frazier allowed that he was going to take his 30% share of the gate, which should come to $300,000 or so, and go to Las Vegas to debut his nightclub singing act with a nine-piece combo called the Knockouts. Then, he said, "I'm gonna wait until that other fella can fight me. I'm gonna sing rock 'n' roll until that Muhammad Ali or Cassius Clay or whatever his name is can fight me." Of such stuff...
Instead of A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, people sing "One mighty Family, A single noble race,/Sending its sons and daughters/Bravely into Space ..." The common obscenity is "fight," as in "fight you" or "you brother-fighter." On less vehement occasions the universal expression is "Christ, Marx, Wood and Wei," the four deities of the drugged society. Christ and Marx, O.K. Wei is a mischief-making Oriental seer who appears in the book. But who's Wood? The author has hinted that he made Wood up. But could it possibly be Speed-Reading Guru Evelyn Wood, who has, after...
...counts to ten and talks about sleep in a sing song voice: "ONE You-feel-very-relaxed TWO You-are-fall-ing-to-sleep THREE ..." As he reaches the higher numbers, he begins to do a weird little dance, waving his arms like an albatross taking off, and lapsing into a chant: " Dee -perr and dee -perr...
NEXT TIME I'LL SING TO YOU is the non sequitur title of the James Saunders play which opened the spring season at the Loeb last night. And it's nice to know that well, next time the playwright will sing to us. Yes, that's nice to know-and yet, that doesn't tell you much about what the playwright is doing this time around. So let me due you in: this time he is talking. And talking and talking and talking. After two hours, I thought I would go out of my mind...
Child's Play. "We were talking," sing the Beatles, "about the space between us all," an anthem that might stand as a succinct statement of Antonioni's major obsession. But here, that space has become a void...