Word: awkwardness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...fight, she vaguely realizes, began when she stole her brother's World War I cavalry saber. "I took his sword and humbled it," she muses, "scraped muck from mouldings, rust from behind benches, dug holes for my plants. It was too awkward for peeling potatoes." Her rebellion comes when she tries to thrust herself into the freight cars full of Jews bound for Auschwitz-to call them to the attention of fellow townsfolk, who have chosen to ignore what is going on. Böll's point: in an insane world, sanity is madness. Duly confined...
...poems of Mrs. Elizabeth Jackson Barker, which from their position at the beginning of the issue are clearly intended to be the Advocate's star turn, show a smoother, firmer, and less meandering use of language than Leubdorf's. But here too one finds the same awkward and acutely self conscious toying with metaphysics. One poem she begins: "The numbered summers fuse to form a tense,/Past-present: separate identities/Abandoned on the beach..."; another "A small departure will elude excuse,/The implication of its vagrancy/Impugn the settlement of old abuse/That makes of larger vice good company." Mrs. Barker presents these...
...Johnson's ice cream; and given the choice, I'd reach for the outrage instead of the sweet. Miss Eakin's part isn't as funny, but that is surely no reflection on her abilities, which are considerable. She handles the difficult scene in which she first meets her awkward lover with grace and ease; and she switches from the charming squire's pride and joy to the wild little eighteenth century B-girl with equal facility...
Babe's play, The Pageant of Awkward Shadows, was chosen from among five entries in the competition. It will be the first student-written play to be produced on the main stage of the Loeb Drama Center...
...fell between Mr. Gilfond's exclamations and Mr. Goldfarb's poems, happily on the Harvard side. Mr. Porter read a passage about marriage between the fat lady and the hunchback in a circus, and the birth of their son. In spite of over-frequent and bloated metaphors, and occasionally awkward constructions, the tale had a weird, almost compulsive attraction...