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...Beatles is that they've never been part of anything else. Three years ago they stood in the wind next to Stonehenge singing "The Night Before" amused and surrounded by tanks. Then last summer they came out in flowers. Lucy in the Sky in with Diamonds was an anagram for LSD; A Day in the Life smoked pot; and then there was All You Need Is Love. Great new sounds, but it sure looked like they'd joined the hippies. After their new 45, we can turn around and read the summer differently. They may have dressed like hippies...
...about the same time, though, the Beatleologists hit a dry vein when they decided that the songtitle "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" was an anagram for LSD. The song's author, John Lennon, has explained to the world that "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" was the title of a drawing his daughter brought home from school, around which he built a song about a little girl's fantasies. The song is simply an updated "Big Rock Candy Mountain" with a very neat accelerate-slowdown effect that gives the impression that you're traveling...
...sake, Johns was trying to mix water and oil, as far as the art of the last 30 years is concerned. He would superimpose 0, 1,2,3 through 9 in a single image, making unnumerical gibberish of the alphabet of mathematics. Or he would paint an anagram of the basic digits so that none would look the same. He tackled these flat, unsensual forms because, to make them the proper subject of art, he had to endow them with more eye appeal and more meaning than their original human designers had already given them. This, he believes...
Annoyed by a rash of petit larcenies from his column, all committed by the Journal-American, McHarry invented the maharaja-Ali Rounj is an anagram for Journal, (with an i added for the sake of Ali); Estarh is an anagram for Hearst. Then the columnist began chronicling the maharaja's doings. Two months passed before the Journal-American, which went right on lifting other McHarry tidbits, bit on Ali Rounj...
Yvette Mimieux is her real name; yet it sounds more like an anagram or a code phrase devised by aliens, vaguely but discernibly inventive. Her hair is naturally blonde, yet it is so impossibly pale, so much closer to moonlight than to anything found on any ordinary human head, that it seems the product of a prop department. Her complexion, clear as ice and the untroubled color of early dawn, hints of a makeup artist. Her eyes, too, momentarily blue, then grey, then aquamarine, then green, look to be explicable only if they are not eyes at all but varying...