Word: staccatoed
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...absence of a plot is no disaster. Raymonda becomes a series of exquisitely varied, buoyantly assertive dances that cascade at staccato pace across the stage, and after all it is the dancing that counts...
...paintings is to hear them. They screech and honk with the aggressive dissonance of city traffic. They have the staccato beat of a pneumatic drill. The strident reds, blues, and yellows blare with neon. And the stray words that seem squiggled from a toothpaste tube onto his paintings are like the hip, harsh expletives that slum kids spew into the summer air. Davis had violence without anger, gaiety without abandon, and his paintings swing and jump with such durable joy that it is as if he had dipped his brush in some eternal fountain of youth...
...anybody? At last, Bruce McLaren's Cooper cleared the crest of the last hill and started down the final straight. But McLaren was only coasting: his generator belt had parted and his engine was dead. Then came a sound that made McLaren swivel in his seat-a staccato roar, rapidly increasing in volume. Here was Clark, buzzing merrily along, ignorant of the drama up ahead. Down the straightaway rolled Bruce McLaren, at a desperate 30 m.p.h. Down the straightaway flashed Jimmy Clark, at a casual 130 m.p.h. McLaren was pounding his knees in helpless frustration as Clark zipped past...
...intricate play of rhythm and unabashed melody, Copland caught Manhattan's very voice, from staccato bleats suggesting the cry of the streets to the muffled roar of the subway. The music moves from an almost literal description of the skyline to deeper, moodier explorations that offer Copland's own comment on life in the city. Even the lightest passages have ominous undertones, and in the soaring sonorities and wailing dissonances that punctuate the work, there is a darkness that some critics took to be "a terrifying hopelessness...
...Stuart Davis. His waterfront studio overlooks the Brooklyn Bridge, and among his recent works are images that recall Joseph Stella's adoration of the bridge in paint. But Indiana circles them with poetry from Hart Crane, as he circles salvaged sailing-ship masts in his show with staccato words. Commanding, yes, but the weakness of his work is that the wordiness relates more to literature than painting, and the forms more to highly repetitive geometry than...