Sentences with phrase «pure poetry in»

And third, though far more than merely a striker is my personal all time favourite player, for pure poetry in motion and freakish ball skills, Dennis the Opposition Menace Bergkamp.

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I wanted to read it, out loud, with a glass of red wine in my hand, it was pure, spare poetry.
Hymnody is not a «pure» art in the sense that poetry is often thought to be.
What a drab and repulsive topic that is, for example, a doting old fellow who stands with one foot in the grave, obsessed with foolish fears, his limbs trembling, his toothless mouth hanging open in the inanity of «second childhood»: but see what the writer has done with it in the twelfth chapter of Ecclesiastes, running on to a culmination that is of the pure essence of poetry!
It is a passage which in its wording, its imagery, and its exalted feeling comes close to the essence of pure poetry.
The first, can appear the model of pure a priori thought, disengaged from the world of experience; the second, a massive collection of detailed descriptions and theories about the enormous variety of material phenomena, but with no intelligible unity; and the third an obscure and generally unrigorous rhapsody of affirmations and aspirations, at one end couched in the languages of politics and sentimentality, and at the other in the terms of a cosmic poetry unregulated by science or philosophy.
Andrei Tarkovsky's work is pure poetry as he dwells for over three hours on the dominions of faith, brutality, and, mainly, the role of the artist in our world.
Rush is a character study in the manner of Chariots of Fire, with excellent acting, story, pacing, setting, dimension, and moments of pure visual poetry.
I've had first days in the classroom that were pure poetry and others that were pure... well, you know.
Albert Einstein once said, «Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.»
No props, costumes, or musical instruments of any kind would be allowed; this would be poetry in its purest form.
Long out of print, Whispering Pines became the first in a long line of poetry books that Blair published — not for commercial success, but for the pure love of the poetic word.
Her poetry, says Michael Ondaatje, is «pure fire in the hands,» and David Leavitt in the Voice Literary Supplement describes her work as «remarkable for its candor, its eroticism, and its power to move.»
Her welded and engraved rocks, resembling a diary in stone, are pure visual poetry.
The eleven artists juxtapose divergent approaches in conversation with each other, reflecting on primal questions consuming artists over the millennia: Elliot Arkin's conceptual use of web - based commerce spins an absurdist view on the commodification of artists; Babette Bloch's stainless steel reassessments of nature and artistic precedent limn positives and negatives through light; Christopher Carroll Calkins's street photography captures moments of under - the - radar narratives; Valentina DuBasky's acrylic and marble dust works on paper and plaster are a contemporary comment on the prehistory of art; Gabriel Ferrer's performance - like in - the - moment sumi - ink drawings on handmade paper reflect on memory and personal narrative; Christopher Gallego's realist, pure light - filled oil painting elevates the ordinariness of an artist's space to visual poetry; Ana Golici, in pergamano and collage, takes inspiration from 17th Century female naturalist, entomologist and botanical illustrator Maria Sibylla Merian to explore questions of science, nature and objective truth; Emilie Lemakis's monumental amplification of an ancient Greek krater employs scale to upend perceptions for the viewer's reconsideration; Mark Mellon's bronzes address the oppositions of movement and stillness; the alchemy of Michael Townsend's uncontrolled poured acrylic paintings equate the properties of materials with the turbulence of the universe; Jessica Daryl Winer's engagement with luminous color and choreographic line reflects in visual resonance the sonic history of a musical instrument.
They are are pure poetry telling of God's touch in your life.
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