Word: staticity
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Here are some of the things that Soutter pointed out to me: You jump with an emergency parachute on your chest which you deploy in case of a malfunction in the main canopy. On your first five jumps, in accordance with Parachute Club of America regulations, you use a static line, which means that your rip cord is pulled for you as soon as you leave the plane...
...sport parachute jumps made at Mansfield--and at least that many at Orange--resulting in no fatalities whatsoever. Last year there were 60,000 jumps made in this country, resulting in six fatalities--none of which were attributable to parachute malfunction (a suicide, two drownings, two "freezes" on non-static-line jumps, and one electrocution resulting from a landing in high wires...
Billy Jim Layton's String Quartet in Two Movements is a more complex and venturesome work. Moevs's lines are always aware of their direction; Layton's stab this way and that and hover with despairing trills and tremulos through long, stirring passages of static progression. The brutality of the quartet's chords and textures is not only searing but tormented: their writhing raises questions quite beyond Moevs's solid ideas. To call this powerful expression "romantic" is meaningless; only the term introspection recognizes the heaviness of the music's human implications...
...together, when Greenbaum seemed woefully undeserving of his title. Take for example the whole first act. Maggie delivers a long, repetitive monologue to her husband Brick, played stolidly by Stephen Gelbach. She has the stage and the script all to herself for nearly a half hour, and what a static thirty minutes it is. Greenbaum might as well not have blocked it at all. Maybe he didn't. And that wouldn't have been because he spent so much time working on the second act either...
...unnecessary to follow every movement or watch constantly, just as it was unnecessary to listen carefully to John Cage's accompaniment of electronic whines, buzzes, piercing, shrieking tones, and cacophonous static. The endless, disjunctive movements and music discouraged close attention: without looking, without listening, one knew that it would be more of same, more of same. Variety at random is just plain dull...