Word: sunlite
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ONCE AGAIN, as the high mountain snows, melting, add their crystal effluviance to the swelling gurgle of rivulets, and the soft-tendrilled blooming of young flowers casts the sweet perfume of life to the caressing sunlit breezes, it is time for young men to cast their thoughts to sex, and where to get it. Yes, it is spring, and more than ever the mind of the nation is turned to thoughts of roses, moonlight, champagne, latex, spermicidal foam and deadly viruses...
...sixth floor, I followed the scent of incense around the corner and discovered that I was at the right apartment. Pausing a bit to gather myself--after all, it was not every day that I visited a psychic fair--I tiptoed nervously down the hall and entered a sunlit living room where several very normal-looking people were standing around dressed in very normal-looking clothing...
...said that it was "morning in America," people listened. The most popular and successful politician since Franklin Roosevelt, Reagan could do little wrong in the eyes of the American public. And when he did, few bothered to hold a grudge. But like an Arctic landscape after six months of sunlit summer, the American political picture has suddenly grown dark...
...never despite, such affinities, Matisse's originality is always clear. It lay in his unique gift of pure color. He possessed to the nth degree the power of making a flat disk of yellow or a slice of viridian turn into a lemon or a leaf, bathed in sunlit air. Sixty years have done little to blunt the impact of the flat-out chromatic intensity of some Matisses from the 1920s, like Anemones in an Earthenware Vase, 1924. The structure of the painting is as lucid as a theorem, with its pattern of rectangular hangings, panels and tabletop...
...cool artsy line-and-shadow shot after another flashes on the screen. Wheatfields stretch into the distance, crooked fences reflect sunlit weeds, the world becomes one large poetic image as French director Agnes Varda transforms one girl's story into a supposedly universal metaphor; life is an aimless wander, meeting people and passing through places until you die. And, believe it or not, the film's beautiful cinematography and Saundrine Bonnaire's quiet naturalness as the girl actually make this work...