Word: chimneyed
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...album is equally listenable, but it is the kind of music that grows on you. "The Introduction to the Songs of Innocence," "The Lamb," and "The Laughing Song" are all joyously manic tunes that cannot help invading your consciousness. Others like "The Chimney Sweeper," "The Little Boy Lost," and "The Sick Rose" are hauntingly beautiful ballads. A few, like "Holy Thursday," seem to drone on too long, but even here the lyrics come to the rescue...
...question of involvement was never really very difficult for Blake, however. Listen to Ginsberg's tender singing of "The Little Black Boy," and "The Chimney Sweeper." These songs tell of goodness lost and crucified in both the slums of London and the world at large. Blake's vision of the angels in the woods remains pure and intact as we are told of a chimney sweeper's dream...
...real sincere opinion this is a non-political resolution. . . . we will need the assistance of experts in this field. . . . I can tell smoke coming from the Roosevelt Towers and Somerville incinerator, but what do I know about it? All I can think of is to chop down the chimney or something...
...pushing the Madonna for the top spot," reports Stephen Shannon, head of the National Association of Greeting Card Publishers. The topical messages are not always gentle. For $1, the Black Panthers offer a selection of twelve different greetings. One card portrays a pig-faced white Santa emerging from a chimney to confront a less-than-loving reception committee: a black father toting a carbine and his little boy preparing to bash St. Nick with a small Christmas tree. The trend is not only American. In Beirut the anti-Israel terrorists of Al-Fatah are selling cards with a drawing...
Audubon is a superbly sensuous poem, full of dawns "redder than meat," and chimney smoke that "bellies the ridgepole." The language is plain-grits as a folk song without being folksy. A be-ginning-of-the-world awe broods over the work: silence, solitude, finally the violence that ruptures both. Above the wilderness soar Audubon's birds, transcendent angels of life and death...