Word: birdness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Hard Time. Next stop: the National Press Club, where he told reporters that he was a draftee with no "natural penchant for the martial career." The suddenly moderate Ky ridiculed his image as a hawk ("Although I do fly, I have not very often thought of myself as a bird") and played up his role as head of the South Vietnamese delegation to the Paris peace talks...
...dropped Anne a line, asking her to see it with him. While waiting for her at the cinema, Sam fortified himself at the next-door pub with two pints of bitter and a rum-and-Coke. Wasn't he nervous? "She's like any other bird, really," he gulped. When Anne turned up, though, and proffered her hand, Sam kissed it -strictly not done with royalty, and certainly not the customary greeting for birds in the East...
...light, he saw the distinctly unreptilian impression of a feather. "My heartbeat began going up fast," recalls Ostrom, who quickly recognized that the specimen was not a pterosaur at all. It was, in fact, a far rarer prehistoric aviator: an Archaeopteryx (literally "ancient wing"), the earliest known bird...
Left for Scavengers. More than anything else, Grub is appalled at civilized burial customs. When he and his three-year-old friend Rebecca found a dead bird, she wanted to bury it. Says Jane: "He was horrified. He thought the idea of hiding something that had been alive under the earth was quite obscene." Grub, a proper jungle child, knew that dead creatures should be left for scavengers...
...Klee's inner vision to present experience is not his power to transmit "reality" but the enchanting spectacle of his language. His inventiveness was phenomenal and contained surprising propositions for, and anticipations of the future. Flower Myth, 1918-with its squiggled symbols for plants and trees and chirpy bird flying across the red landscape of an equivocal torso that might be Mother Earth-is the ancestor of the flattened, wrinkled landscape-nudes, scrawled with graffiti, that Jean Dubuffet was to paint thirty years later. It is a syntax of fantasy, the color swelling and glowing, all heaviness gone. There...