Sentences with phrase «long years of silence»

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Bells at the centre of a row at York Minister have rung out on Easter Sunday, after long periods of silence since last year.

But as long as these movements control the fans and keep silencing us to protect mediocrity, we are going to be seeing many more of this bullsh» t for many more years.

When he won the April 15 Wood Memorial at Aqueduct by 4 1/4 lengths, running the fastest Kentucky Derby prep race of 2000, Fusaichi Pegasus gave evidence of what had long been suspected — that he's not only the most talented 3 - year - old in the U.S., but also potentially the best colt since Sunday Silence dueled with Easy Goer in 1989.

After a year of virtual silence about its long - term plans, HealthAlliance of the Hudson Valley late last week accepted the

The walk back from the roof of the Tower of Silence, a finger etched skywards that had once been called the Shard, had been a killer, in this heat, with no tuk - tuks to rent because of the strike (now in its twelfth glorious year), and his not really being the right body shape for a unicycle: and the ascent up the long staircase had nearly finished him off.

«We're very happy that our movie is coming out in a year where Hollywood is having a lot of difficult conversations with itself, and we're amplifying voices that have been silenced for too long,» Kumail Nanjiani said as he accepted the best comedy award for «The Big Sick.»

After years of near silence, Dan Aykroyd exploded on «The Dennis Miller Show» in regards to Columbia Pictures» long delayed Ghostbusters...

This is a movie that people who are deaf or hard of hearing might go for despite the absence of captions, since there are long silences particularly when covering Rose's story, one which takes place fifty years earlier than Ben's.

From that time forth he believed that the wise man is one who never sets himself apart from other living things, whether they have speech or not, and in later years he strove long to learn what can be learned, in silence, from the eyes of animals, the flight of birds, the great slow gestures of trees.

Maybe — maybe — if the implied arrangement included a 5 - day turn - around, I could buy into it; but I've heard too many horror stories of eight - week responses and year - long silences to see anything but a woefully stacked deck.

Not at all, but Sony's silence around the series after ten years of almost annual releases between 2002 and 2013 is concerning, especially with its stablemates Jak and Daxter and Sly Cooper on ice and Insomniac now taking longer between releases than in years past.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,