2016年8月7日 星期日

spread, riff, raff, rift, bawdy, risqué, pomology, viol, tambourine, pizzicati

“I’ve always lived off my artwork all my life. I’ve lived all over the world. I’ve had fourteen common law wives. I’ve never needed money because I’m talented. Talent is better than money because it’s always with you. Let me give you an example. Back in 1970 I was getting dinner with a Japanese model at the Sao Paulo Hilton in Brazil. This guy from Texas was sitting at the table next to me, and he’s trying to order a steak, but he keeps sending it back to the kitchen. He keeps saying: ‘The steaks are better in Texas.’ After the second time he sends it back, the master chef comes out, and I hear him say in Portuguese: ‘I’m going to kill this man!’ Now being a Galician myself, I know the character of the Latin American people. If a French person says he’s going to kill you, you don’t have to worry. The French are lovers and all lovers are cowards. Trust me—several of my former wives are French. I know this. But when a Latin American tells you that he’s going to kill you, it’s time to leave. So I walked over to the man’s table and bought him a bottle of wine, and I talked with him about Texas. I knew all about Texas because I competed in fishing tournaments there. After a few minutes of talking, I tell the man: ‘If you order one more steak, you’re going to get killed with a machete.’ So he took my advice and he left. The entire restaurant staff came out and started singing to me with tambourines. They brought out free wine and a full spread. They said, ‘Your money is no good here.’ The Japanese model was so impressed. See what I mean? Talent.”

Yeah well, maybe they don't want to see you, tech bro 'riff raff'.

In an open letter to the city’s Mayor Ed Lee, entrepreneur Justin Keller said…
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Coming up in September, a new exhibition will open at the The Lewis Walpole Library ."Bawdy Bodies: Satires of Unruly Women" will open September 24. Nearer the time, we'll post details, including some of the exciting associated events for the academic and public communities.

"Bawdy Bodies: Satires of Unruly Women" Opens September 24. Keep an eye here and on our webpage for associated programming. We're planning events for both the a⋯⋯

By donating his Picasso-riffing piece Gazing Ball (Charity), Jeff Koonsraised money for vaccination and education programmes – and he’s part of an art world increasingly given to donations of valuable work

“I remember very well [Jimi] sitting on the bed or the floor at home in Brook Street; sometimes he would play a riff for hours until he had it just right. Then he’d throw his head back and laugh. Those were the moments he’d got it right for himself, not for anyone else.”
Ed Vulliamy, who was born on the street where Jimi Hendrix died, reports on the rock legend’s time in the capital in the 60s – the focus of a new biopic –...

In Greek mythology, Sisyphus was condemned for eternity to push a boulder up a hill only for it to roll down again. Over in San Francisco, artist Lee Materazzi decided to create her own mini version of the myth in her garage. She painstakingly created installations and as soon as they were done she dismantled them and started something new... (via Guardian culture)
San Francisco artist Lee Materazzi has created a homespun riff on the Greek myth of Sisyphus, writes Kathryn Bromwich

'I, Hogarth'

Reviewed by ANDREA WULF
A scene from Hogarth's Michael Dean's novel imagines the bawdy, philanthropic life of the painter William Hogarth.
Rift Widens Over Mining of Uranium in Virginia
CHATHAM, Va. — Bills introduced to the General Assembly would lift a moratorium on uranium mining at a site in southern Virginia, but the issue has divided the region.

Marcia Mount Shoop, as theologian in residence, leads a workshop at the White Memorial Presbyterian Church in Raleigh, N.C.
Travis Dove for The New York Times
On Religion

A Rape Survivor Ministers Body and Soul

Marcia Mount Shoop, a Presbyterian minister, has used her experience of being sexually attacked at 15 to develop teachings aimed at the rift between mind and body.

Poetry of Wallace Stevens

Peter Quince at the Clavier
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.
Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,
Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,
Is music. It is like the strain
Waked in the elders by Susanna;
Of a green evening, clear and warm,
She bathed in her still garden, while
The red-eyed elders, watching, felt
The basses of their beings throb
In witching chords, and their thin blood
Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna.
In the green water, clear and warm,
Susanna lay.
She searched
The touch of springs,
And found
Concealed imaginings.
She sighed,
For so much melody.
Upon the bank, she stood
In the cool
Of spent emotions.
She felt, among the leaves,
The dew
Of old devotions.
She walked upon the grass,
Still quavering.
The winds were like her maids,
On timid feet,
Fetching her woven scarves,
Yet wavering.
A breath upon her hand
Muted the night.
She turned --
A cymbal crashed,
Amid roaring horns.
Soon, with a noise like tambourines,
Came her attendant Byzantines.
They wondered why Susanna cried
Against the elders by her side;
And as they whispered, the refrain
Was like a willow swept by rain.
Anon, their lamps' uplifted flame
Revealed Susanna and her shame.
And then, the simpering Byzantines
Fled, with a noise like tambourines.
Beauty is momentary in the mind --
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.
The body dies; the body's beauty lives.
So evenings die, in their green going,
A wave, interminably flowing.
So gardens die, their meek breath scenting
The cowl of winter, done repenting.
So maidens die, to the auroral
Celebration of a maiden's choral.
Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings
Of those white elders; but, escaping,
Left only Death's ironic scraping.
Now, in its immortality, it plays
On the clear viol of her memory,
And makes a constant sacrament of praise.

Happy Sweating and Singing

"Lysistrata Jones," a new musical by Douglas Carter Beane and Lewis Flinn, is a modern riff on Aristophanes' bawdy comedy.

Worries Grow Over Gulf Rift
The U.A.E.'s central bank said it would pump liquidity into local banks, but didn't offer specific support to Dubai, raising worries of a rift.

informal A large and impressively elaborate meal:his mother laid on a huge spread

  1. A narrow fissure in rock.
  2. A break in friendly relations: a rift between siblings.

v., rift·ed, rift·ing, rifts. v.intr.
To split open; break.

To cause to split open or break.

[Middle English, of Scandinavian origin.]

rift2 (rĭft) pronunciation
  1. A shallow area in a waterway.
  2. The backwash of a wave that has broken upon a beach.
[Probably alteration of dialectal riff, reef, from Dutch rif, riffe. See reef1.]

(rĭf) pronunciation
  1. Music. A short rhythmic phrase, especially one that is repeated in improvisation.
  2. A clever or inventive commentary or remark: "Those little riffs that had seemed to have such sparkle over drinks ... look all too embarrassing in cold print" (John Richardson).
intr.v., riffed, riff·ing, riffs.
To play or make riffs.

[Origin unknown.]


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Definition of riff in English:


1A short repeated phrase in popular music and jazz, frequently played over changing chords or harmonies or used as a background to a solo improvisation:brilliant guitar riff

1.1monologue or spoken improvisation, especially a humorous one, on a particular subject:extended riffs on the pitfalls of contemporary romance


1Play riffs:the other horns would be riffing behind him
1.1 Perform a monologue or spoken improvisation on a particular subject:
he also riffs on racism and the economy


1930s: perhaps an abbreviation of refrain2.

Urban Dictionary: Raff


The female Raff is a rare find. She is beautiful inside and out. She is a dedicated lover and friend. She has a mother's intuition and often finds herself surrounded ...

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Riff Raff was born Horst Simco in Houston, Texas, on January 29, 1982 to parents Anita Simco, a maid, and Ronald Simco, a Vietnam War veteran with severe ...

Rabelais's Gargantua bawdily refers to it as "Saint Patrick's hole".

(') pronunciation
adj., -i·er, -i·est.
  1. Humorously coarse; risqué.
  2. Vulgar; lewd.
bawdily bawd'i·ly adv.
bawdiness bawd'i·ness n.
[形](-i・er, -i・est)〈人・話・場所が〉俗悪な, 下品な, みだらな.bawd・i・ly[副]bawd・i・ness[名]
[名]((古))売春宿, 女郎屋.

: a small drum; especially : a shallow one-headed drum with loose metallic disks at the sides played especially by shaking or striking with the hand



noun \ˌpit-si-ˈkä-(ˌ)tō\
plural piz·zi·ca·ti
: a note or passage played by plucking strings


(pō-mŏl'ə-jē) pronunciation
The scientific study and cultivation of fruit.

[Latin pōmum, fruit + -LOGY.]
pomological po'mo·log'i·cal ('mə-lŏj'ĭ-kəl) adj.
pomologically po'mo·log'i·cal·ly adv.
pomologist po·mol'o·gist n.