Word: smokes
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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After a year, I left film school and left New York City. My Voice lingered unsold in the racks of the Waverley Smoke Shop, Some time has passed, and much history. But social values don't change in three years--particularly those held by egoists. Even after one term of Nixonism, with another to come. Don Siegel's director cult is still ready to defend Dirty Henry for its mise on scene. Even if the film craze has slowly puttered out, every adolescent artiste still yearns for an Eclair or an Arriflex. The Village Voice has gotten slightly better...
Canton itself has a 19th century appearance. The houses and factories and warehouses are packed together in unplanned gray proximity; the skyline of low roofs is broken only by scores of factory chimneys pouring out smoke into the fetid air. It could be a daguerreotype of industrial Liverpool, except that the Pearl River is alive with sampans and junks...
...When the smoke from the fighting at the ballot boxes had cleared, a quietly jubilant Pell stopped in front of a throng of a thousand supporters and well-wishers to announce he had just received the concession of John Chafee. Pell had won by over 32,000 votes, more than enough to offset any absentee ballot surge from Chafee...
...long, curiously unsatisfactory political season, full of sour smoke, the fumes of scandal, and somehow little passion. There seemed at times an almost dangerous lack of interest. With or without surprises, Election Day was bound to be more exciting than the campaign. Whatever the outcome this week, most Americans would probably be relieved that it was over, that the country could get on with its pressing business in a seriousness that somehow has been absent for much of the political year...
...bleak altar half hidden by incense smoke holds down the front of the stage. Shaman figures appear, chanting to a kind of voodoo drumbeat. On the altar, the body of a child is laid. The darkness is pierced by a primal scream. A priest plunges his hand into the human sacrifice and lifts out the heart, thrusting it, like a savage challenge, toward the civilized middle-class audience at Minneapolis' Tyrone Guthrie Theater...