Word: tilling
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Admittedly, Dartboard's Thayer and Canaday Hall residents have gotten lazy with our prayers since the clapper on Memorial Church's bell broke a couple of months ago. Beginning in September, we each woke from our peaceful slumber at a quarter 'till nine and counted 134 chimes of the bell before returning to a rather fitful sleep. Unfortunately the winds have changed, and our days of sleeping in have come to a close...
...Premise In search of companionship and empathy, a confused young man [Norton] wanders from support group to support group, seeking human connection. He ultimately finds it when he and his friend, Tyler Durden (Pitt), create a new club where rich, bored young men fight each other till one surrenders or dies. The trend soon spreads in to cult-like, society-warping proportions. Also, the nameless narrator [Norton] becomes involved in a love triangle with Tyler and a girl named Marla [Carter...
When I was "Little Johnny Hendricks," singing in Toledo, Ohio, in the late 1930s, JOE WILLIAMS was attracting attention in Chicago, where he had come up as a small child from "Go North" Georgia, as Joseph Goreed. Though our paths didn't cross till later, each of us knew what the other was doing. After the war he started sitting in with the Count Basie septet, and Basie hired him as a vocalist. Every Day made Joe an instant star. His voice was a magnificent instrument. It had everything--range, tone, vibrancy, sweetness--it was just mind boggling. He turned...
...regrets he cannot go to restaurants; he fears assassination too much. Last year an attempt was made on his life in a northern town, using remote-controlled rockets. "In a way I am living in a prison without walls," he tells TIME. Within the compound, he often works till 1 a.m. or 2 a.m, and last week he was busily pitting his instinct to survive against the U.S. State Department's preferred way of dealing with the Khmer Rouge's bloody legacy. His only relaxation is chess. Grinning, he says, "I usually...
...tales that at times seem written by a poet forced that to write fiction. Revealingly her most stunning piece is titled "The poetics of Sex." In it says of her lover: "How she fats me. She plumps me, pats me, squeezes and feeds me. Feed me up with lust till I'm as fat as she is." Such language, with its musicality and carefree rhymes reads like E.E. Cummings or Langston Hughes relineated to resemble prose. In this story, Winterson beautifully suggests that the "speech" of lovemaking enacts a "literature" that is at once confounding and universally understood...