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...about how hot it is under the lights. Up here on the smooth plaster cylinder he is safe; it is his turf, aloof, contained. Despite the energy of his grinding movements, no emotion glides over his soft face and glazed eyes. Perhaps he imagines that there is a razor-tin glass wall around his little world that keeps out the fat curls of smoke and perfume and breath thickened with alcohol. Here is no tall, thin, hipless model. The boy is a bit short and very muscular--he resembles classical statues of Greek god. Perhaps he pretends he is centuries...
...Miles after midnight my fingers rattle like tin on her belly, on the tight skin of a dream--"Oh, once I lived the life of a millionaire...
Others died in wood and tin shantytowns on Guatemala City's outskirts. Even as the tremors subsided, the shanty dwellers clung resolutely to the rubble, shivering in the cold night air. They had little choice-the land actually belonged to the municipality and since they had no title, the only recourse was to claim it again as squatters, once bulldozers had swept away the debris...
...dirt road in the early hours of Sunday, November 2nd. By that afternoon, all Rome knew that one of her most famous artists-in-residence had been found mangled in the midst of the slums of Ostia, a Roman suburb, on a strip of earth between huts of corrugated tin. That he had been beaten to death in a brawl with a (male) prostitute, a seventeen-year-old streetwalker. Monday Rome was in an uproar. L'Unita, the paper of the Paritito Communista Italiano (PCI) glorified Pasolini the poet; "Il Tempo," the paper of the Movimento Sociale Italiano...
Sheer, unabashed virtuosity is the Chieftains' strongest selling point, whether they are piping hot or cool. When they take off together on a madcap reel or jig, the effect is electrifying. Similarly, a tin-whistle solo by Potts or a melancholy lament on the pipes by Moloney can create the tenderest of moments. Up on stage, the Chieftains look less like a band than a group of old friends taking some Saturday-night relaxation in a Dublin pub, which indeed they used to do in their early years. They wander out haphazardly in sweaters, odd jackets and tweed pants...