Word: thunderclaps
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...Vacationing with his wife in northern Kenya, the Los Angeles Philharmonic's conductor was treated to a native concert by members of the Turkana tribe. Mehta listened intently to the rhythm: the click of bottle-cap anklets on wildly swinging legs, the imperious clatter of bamboo sticks, the thunderclap of hands, the keening from scores of female throats. Then, having convinced himself that he had picked up the beat, he raised his practiced arm and for a few fascinating measures conducted some of the world's oldest and most primitive music...
Today's revolutionary literature is at once obscurely symbolic and as clear as a thunderclap to those who care to listen. TIME does not hear it because it is not intended for you to hear...
...positive strobe; only much faster now-the beaten faces seem to be illuminated by antiaircraft fire or shells bursting all around them. One strange close-up even suggests a Vietnamese. A funeral ceremony in stills appears to draw the film to a familiar conclusion of bitter defeat when a thunderclap sounds and we return to the first shot-green sands swept by a red wind. The hint of apocalypse indulges all those romantic dreams we share of the movie in which the Indians win, and is the most cheaply theatrical moment in the film...
...mood or that of the audience, Tree is apt to walk down an aisle, rhythmically striking a gong or gently shaking a pair of copper baby rattles from Japan. Onstage, he may build a sonorous tremolo of several gongs, mixing in a tinkling of glass chimes or a booming thunderclap of timpani. At times he pauses, changes mood, and elicits long, random notes from a homemade North African-style flute or dramatically raises a six-foot Tibetan temple horn and blows a resounding blast. The concert is over when Tree feels it should end, sometimes after 45 minutes, sometimes after...
...with the context. Instead the audience sits bored-except for Miss York's beautiful and exposed chest--by the tameness of the sex, and tensely awaiting the fade-out to signify.... Suddenly Sister George walks into the room and the thread of the story is picked up with a thunderclap, rather than merely resumed with the more usual "fifty minutes later" effect...