Word: byronic
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Groupies are not unique to rock-there have always been literary groupies, for example. Though Lord Byron tried hard to be discreet, his large following was well known. Norman Mailer once said the only advantage to being a famous writer is that one could have sex with whomever one wanted. And if we can believe Newsweek , even polls like Henry Kissinger have groupies...
...extremely difficult, if not fruitless, to criticize poetry a century after it is written. The modern reader can not have the correct appreciation for Melville's verse, because modern tastes have completely redefined what is acceptable in poetry. Tennyson, Longfellow, Byron, Shelley, all sound strange and forced to the car accustomed to Eliot or Pound. Melville really has to be accepted for what he is, and what his times were...
...often appears in his photographs. He was in high spirits and conversation was lively. It was about history, literature, music, philosophy, ethics, the demonic element in the creative process, and a good deal else which I have never felt at liberty to repeat. He also talked of Goethe, Byron, Wagner, Ibsen, Emerson, Brahms, of his own preference in working hours, of what to do when the spring refusesto flow, and about his relationship with his publishers...
Well, with the help of others like the febrile Mr. Byron, who reviewed Sarris's latest tome in adulatory terms in the New York Times Book Review, Sarris has legitimized the auto-erotic school of film criticism. What is looked for in a film is the indelible signature of a personality; given that, whether expressed through direction or writing, cutting or sound, Sarris will analyze the data and produce a personal philosophy...
Third, Sarris's auteurism carries with it vast pseudo-intellectual pretense. Mr. Sarris may well be as prophetic about the careers of directors and their philosophic overview as Mr. Byron says he is, but the critical question remains "to what ends?" That question remains unanswered, lying forgotten somewhere between Ophuls's tracking-shots and John Ford's painted backdrops...