Another image haunts me: of untethered hordes dreaming of frequent-flyer perks teeming through the global consumption arcades that are LAX or YYZ or AMS.
The human life teeming through this sprawling portrait of Brazil's criminal class crowded within a notorious penitentiary exudes a throbbing flesh-and-blood intensity so compelling that it's impossible to avert your eyes.
The human life teeming through this sprawling portrait of Brazil's criminal class crowded within a notorious penitentiary exudes a throbbing flesh-and-blood intensity that's so compelling it's impossible to avert your eyes.
The human populations that teem through his poems - farm-hands, shepherds, Gypsies, children – are close to, almost part of, the land.
It is hard to tell whether Birmingham - his paean to Birmingham, Alabama - is intended sarcastically or not, while the losers, drunks and corrupt politicians who teem through the other songs hardly seem a glowing advertisement for life south of the Mason-Dixon line.
Shoulder-to-shoulder crowds teemed through Istiklal Cadessi, the area's main thoroughfare, chanting through their gas masks and waving Turkish flags, while young folks sat cross-legged in the side streets street drinking double-sized bottles of beer.
The other role of the mobile in contemporary art is the 3G thing you clap to your ear as you barge, head down, through the teeming throng of the Frieze Art Fair.
Lying back on the odoriferous upholstery, I drank in the teeming totality through every pore.
Kype had left them there, dressing quickly, grabbing the gun and what remained of his grandfather's ashes and his car keys, wading quietly into the teeming river, through the crowd of spawning salmon.
Its elements were, and remain, upliftingly joyous and familiar: signals, signs and flags, butterflies, eyes and shooting stars, dots and darts, insects, sperms and body parts, whiskery critters and innocent forms that proliferate like teeming cells through the cosmos of his art.
Banville's exploratory monologues owe much to the modernist idea of the disaffiliated flâneur, Poe's "man of the crowd," who creeps through the teeming city, or through the dreamscapes of his own mind, trying to "understand and appreciate everything that happens," as Baudelaire put it.
