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March 22, 1998
So as the sun declines below Detroit (the lake a cool assurance of alternatives to hard dark high-rise miscellaneous) the colors of the end of light relax along the horizontal edge of this blue place with burnt sienna rose and oranges that soften into regular domestic tragedies of night without a lover's willing face to stop the desperation of the chase for daytime stars that glint and blur and mix and lift like mica sprinkling on a concrete hierogylph of altered space where by himself a young
February 13, 1987 | ROSE-MARIE TURK
There was something for everyone: style, show-biz flair, camaraderie, nostalgia, friendly competition and, above all, a somber reminder of the times in which we live. Organized by members of the California fashion industry, the event was held last Friday night at the Century Plaza Hotel to benefit AIDS Project Los Angeles.
October 18, 1998
Wind finds the northwest gap, fall comes. Today, under gray cloud-scud and over gray Wind-flicker of forest, in perfect formation, wild geese Head for a land of warm water, the boom, the lead pellet. Some crumple in air, fall. Some stagger, recover control, Then take the last glide for a far glint of water. None Knows what has happened. Now, today, watching How tirelessly V upon V arrows the season's logic, Do I know my own story? At least, they know When the hour comes for the great wind-beat.
October 13, 1994 | M.E. WARREN, SPECIAL TO THE TIMES
Jerry Mayer, who has enjoyed success writing for such television sitcoms as "M*A*S*H" and "The Facts of Life," holds true to his training by trying to include something for everyone in his play "Killjoy," billed as "a romantic comedy thriller." At the Newport Theatre Arts Center this month, "Killjoy" is a light evening of punch lines and predictable predicaments, perfect for anyone who likes television but doesn't want to sit at home.
In the harsh light of present-day, they are at once angering and sobering. Artifacts of an unsettling past. Stark whites of eyes and impossibly wide smiles glint from pools of black lacquered porcelain. Red head rags, patched together hand-me-downs. A silent parade of dancing pickaninnies and benevolent Uncle Toms.
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