Rather than continuing to create masculine representations that are devoid of politics as they did under dictatorship, they construct hyperconscious
male political subjects in their texts, yet the discontent with the masculine figures mirrors the authors' discontent with the current political scene, especially since their idea of gender equality under a real democracy remains an ideal.
While White Americans may commit these microaggressions subconsciously, African Americans are hyperconscious
in our development of, and engagement in, proactive and reactive behaviors.
He cut to the core of Lewton's methodology, observing that the producer "hid much more of his story than any other filmmaker, and forced his crew to create drama almost abstractly with symbolic sounds, textures, and the like, which made the audience hyperconscious
of sensitive craftsmanship" and that "his lighter-than-air sense of pace created a terrifically plastic camera style.
The vampire, as postmodern monster, is nothing if he is not hyperconscious
of himself in his role.
There is no way to train as a dancer and not be hyperconscious
of the way you look, the proportions of your body, and the quality of your movement.
Morris Eaves demonstrates brilliantly the paradox inherent in Blake's aesthetic: hyperconscious
as he was of technology, he had great difficulty expressing the idea of originality except in terms of imitation (see 345 below).
Yet their franchise player seems more vulnerable than ever, hyperconscious
of his debilitated state, wary of perceptions that he's not giving a complete effort.
Likewise trapped in hyperconscious
passivity is the eponymous heroine in "Melanie, Geschichte eines Namens" (1983), who is repeatedly defined by her lack of vitality and identity and an obscure desire for life, vitality, sensuality; but as stated here in unwieldy abstract nouns - e.
He is hyperconscious
of the seasons and, being at the mercy of florists, is always two or three jumps ahead of Nature herself, his living room full of pussy willows at Christmas, forsythia on Lincoln's Birthday, and lilacs at Easter.
Two thousand environmentally hyperconscious
attendees, in spite of their Birkenstocks, their organic cotton jeans and their peasant dresses, were spellbound by the authors' ability precisely to take environmentalism out of the realm of Sunday-school preaching, do-goodism, and lefty politics where it has become so hopelessly mired.
Writer's block, of course: raking through dead material, hyperconscious
of words nobody wants, and lumbered with integrity's refusal to buy into fashionable issues.
Even as the blacks seem to be both professionally and supernaturally empowered within the structure of the story, they are hyperconscious
of being blacks in a white world and being victims of a white domination wherein even hope becomes suffering.