If your answer to any of these questions is "yes," hoof it down to the Flea for "Oh, the Humanity and other exclamations," Will Eno's five fitfully hilarious, prosy
coruscations on the subject of what on earth it all means.
A more perceptive student at Chicago called him "inventive, eloquent, and discursive" said he spoke as he wrote and enchanted his audience with intellectual
coruscations about his life as a writer.
William Bysshe Stein refers to his "atemporality,"(12) and the narrator of The Secret Agent remarks: "Stevie usually established himself of an evening with paper and pencil for the pastime of drawing those
coruscations of innumerable circles suggesting chaos and eternity" (13: 237).
And so strong was the play of these singular lights that I almost imagined I heard a noise caused by its
coruscations.
Parker's book abounds in lucid reflections and well regulated
coruscations. Passages are aptly chosen and deftly juxtaposed, their rival implications are traced with a sure and subtle hand, and conclusions emerge which seem to do justice to all parties, not least to Shakespeare, who in any case abides all questions with tranquillity.
In the musically charged language of a poet like Crane, recurrent images have a mysterious life of their own, and as many of his critics have noted, we learn to read him--or any major poet, perhaps--by charting the
coruscations, flashings, of the word-images across the oeuvre, much as we might follow out the kaleidoscopic shifts, this way and that, of characters in a novel.
Perhaps after the
coruscations of "Closer," in my mind one of the benchmark plays of the past decade, Marber wanted to explore the road to redemption -- though one could argue that this writer, at the still-tender age of 36, knows from the gut the depredations of thirtysomething couples far better than he does a fairly standard-issue midlife crisis.
Heady with herby scents, Pulkkis fluttering
coruscations progress surely through interludes of string melodiousness and woodwind jauntiness into a deeper battlefield landscape; nature can be a warlike environment, with pre-recorded sounds casting an extra spell of ambiguity.
Blomstedt eschewed the customary cymbal and triangle
coruscations at the adagio's summit, but so inevitably was it approached that we scarcely noticed their absence.
In this reading, which combined whimsicality with grimness, its climactic
coruscations were clearly conveyed before the plaintive desperation of its concluding viola solo.
