Word: waile
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...beneath the decorative quality which was art nouveau, one begins to see the real Schiele pushing through. As is typical in Schiele, a minimum of slightly wavy lines describe the body in an almost skeletal form. The head is tossed back and the mouth rounded into a long wail. Though it lacks the conviction of future self-portraits, the drawing predicts the increasingly tortured expression to be found in Schiele's work...
...acts Stella had been in fine voice: her famous Ritorna vincitor! aria had brought a thunderous ovation. But by the third act Stella's voice sounded shaky. When she came to her great third-act aria, her voice suddenly lapsed into a dolorous wail on the phrase "no, mai piú," which ends on a high C. Then the voice vanished like a blown-out flame...
...Caryl Chessman [Feb. 29] brought to mind Mark Twain's comments in Tom Sawyer: "The petition [for Injun Joe's pardon] had been largely signed; many tearful and eloquent meetings had been held, and a committee of sappy women been appointed to go in deep mourning and wail around the Governor, and implore him to be a merciful ass and trample his duty under foot. Injun Joe was believed to have killed five citizens of the village, but what of that? If he had been Satan himself, there would have been plenty of weaklings ready to scribble their...
...dancer in a black leotard skipped rope while the pianist slammed the keyboard with his elbows. "Five!" cried Cage, his arm descending like the second hand of a clock. Sneakers hit the piano strings with a dead fish. Black Leotard read a newspaper while marking time to the wail of the trombone by flipping a garbage can lid with her foot. The men at the bridge tables popped the champagne bottle, set off the alarm clock, threw streamers and lighted sparklers. "Fifteen!" cried Cage, and Sneakers (Dancer Merce Cunningham) rushed forth petulantly snipping at his hair with scissors while...
...Dixieland "sugar stuff." The arrangements are as predictable as a TV script, and the sound is unexceptional. With his horn in his right hand and his left hand flashing an outsized diamond as he carves out the rhythms, McCoy demonstrates that he can still make a trumpet caterwaul, growl, wail, or punch out notes of brassy clarity...