Word: skies
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...sequence in the concentration camp occurs on a bright, unclouded day, a detail that clashes with a common notion associating Hitler's victims with overcast skies. Fuller's vision is probably truer. He never shies away from color, and enjoys cutting from a crisp shot of blue sky and gold sand to the dull greys and greens of the infantryman's daily existence. Yet the colors never disappear; when there are no more flowers or there is no more blood, Fuller closes in on Lee Marvin's face, a rough-hewn palette of balanched hair, amber skin and watery eyes...
...England was once the cradle of U.S. industry, but in recent years it seemed on its way to becoming an economic graveyard. Burdened by the U.S.'s highest energy costs, dying markets and sky-high taxes, a steady stream of shoe, textile and lumber companies closed their doors or headed to more hospitable climes in the Southeast and West. New England first suffered the symptoms of economic decay, depression and disillusionment that have now become so common in American business...
...Beatles reached for the sky. The Rolling Stones aimed at the crotch, and the Who went for the throat. The Kinks, shaking their collective cap and bells, drew a bead on the funny bone...
...sight of Etna at sunset; the mountain almost invisible in a blur of pastel grey, glowing on the top and then repeating its shape, as though reflected, in a wisp of grey smoke with the whole horizon behind radiant with pink light, fading gently into a grey pastel sky. Nothing I have seen in Art or Nature was quite so revolting...
...greet you/ On this your birthday/ Mother of our Queen." This defiantly wooden psalming was merely average Betjeman. Years ago, the death of King George V inspired the young Betjeman to a soaring metaphysical conception: "Spirits of well-shot woodcock, partridge, snipe/ Flutter and bear him up the Norfolk sky." Over the years, Sir John's verses have aroused almost demented indignation, but the laureate amiably dismisses his critics as "silly asses who don't understand poetry." He is partly right. Most of it, almost by some subconscious design, would make Hallmark cards sound like John Donne...