Word: criticism
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Mark Van Doren '14, his brother, critic, anthologist (World Anthology of Poetry...
...circular array the battleships steamed against a fanned outline of cruisers. Airplanes snored high overhead from the monster carriers Lexington and Saratoga,. How many ships were sunk, which side won the engagement could only be told by Rear Admiral Thomas Pickett Magruder, once the Navy Department's sharp critic (TIME, July 22), but on this occasion its official umpire. The fleets steamed to Guantanamo Bay for a postmortem discussion of their fight...
...Gurdjieffites look for leadership to Alfred Richard Orage, onetime editor of the London New Age. In England they looked to Metaphysician Peter Ouspensky (Tertium Organum] until he quarreled with Gurdjieff. Manhattan Gurdjieffites include: Architect Hugh Ferriss, Editor Herbert Croly (New Republic), Socialite Mrs. Meredith Hare, Critic Gorham B. Munson, Musician Jeffrey Mark, Farmer Schuyler Jackson (TIME, Dec. 23), Authors Muriel Draper, Isa Glenn, Bayard Schindel, Jean Toomer...
From unpoetic, scantly praising Critic Henry Louis Mencken, Poet Hoffenstein's first book, Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing, won the epithet "incomparable." The book was a refreshingly satirical draught from the Plutonian spring. Poet Hoffenstein's second book, Year In, You're Out, contains much the same kind of thing in much the same manner, but here is less satire, more lyric yearning. Again it is Poet Hoffenstein's sourer vein that suits him best...
Poet Hoffenstein, still in his early 30's, went from Wilkes-Barre, Pa., to Manhattan in 1922, was dramatic critic on the Sun, columnist on the Herald-Tribune, press agent for Producer Al Woods. Now poetry supports him. Mild-miened, reg-ular-featured, carapace-bespectacled, Poet Hoffenstein thinks nothing ever happens to him, thinks his experience is common, that others will not admit it. Other books: Life Sings a Song, Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing...