Word: bohemianism
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...Ezra Pound titled his first book of poems, originally meant masks. Ezra Weston Loomis Pound, who is 75 this week, has worn many. There is Pound the poet, critic, scholar and esthetic perfectionist. There is Pound the economic crank, anti-Semite and Fascist apologist. There is Pound the expatriate bohemian, the discoverer, friend, advocate and ally of Eliot and Joyce, who got them into print. He begged, wheedled, scolded, scandalized others and scanted himself to secure bread-and-but ter money for them and for many another subsequently famed writer. In that role he was, as Horace Gregory once called...
...tells how he lost his father and left his mother in order to make himself a modern man. Part 3, called Apur Sansar (The World of Apu), begins with a slyly humorous description of how the young man (Soumitra Chatterjee) spends his can't-afford-salad days of bohemian genius in Calcutta's slums. Suddenly one day a college friend carts him off to a country wedding that has an unexpected and fateful conclusion. The bridegroom proves to be insane, and in order to save the bride (Sarmila Tagore*) from the curse that will fall upon...
...Savile Row uniform on Napoleon III when he mounted the throne of France, Hawes & Curtis recently finished a $900, gold-braided beauty for Thailand's King Bhumibol, as part of a 113-suit wardrobe. At Denman & Goddard's, cutters have been diligently remaking a drainpipe-trousered bohemian into the royal fashionplate that is Antony Armstrong-Jones...
...memorable. The ancient capital of Cracow retains its medieval splendor. So does Prague, with its beautiful setting; on the Moldau, hotels are good (single: $11.75 per day with meals). Bureaucracy controls: the hotel costs must be paid before the tourist can use his visa. A four-day tour of Bohemian spas and castles costs $38.20 with meals...
...Seven Year Itch, etc., all "b~sed on adultery by intellectuals. Unlike French farce, it is essentially smug. You have to be able to live in Westport. You know all about Freud. You have to be able to af ford the slightly Bohemian reconverted barn in which the artist for The New Yorker, that safe citizen of our times, works...