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...lyrics caused Ebony to pronounce him "a hip Negro folk poet" Lorraine (A Raisin in the Sun) Hansberry calls him "a startling genius." But the 150-odd songs he has written mostly dote on the city's familiar figures, black and white alike, and on private themes of wonder and frailty. "Emotion has to be the heart of the song,"Brown says. "You make the people feel; they make themselves think." Expression of Hope. Ardent and boyish at 35, Brown grew up on Chicago's South Side. He attended three colleges without success, finally took a halfhearted fling...
...felicity and precision in his use of word and image: "Though her words were dead," he says of a social lioness, "the shape and colour of their sentiments were irreproachable, like those green hydrangeas of the last phase, less a flower than a semblance, which such ladies dote on, and arrange in bowls...
Brigitte Bardot and Pablo Picasso excel in their arts, share alliterative names, dote on the South of France and enjoy worldwide fame-and that is not all they have in common. BB, when clothed, often wears a silver circle necklace with a pendant of Venetian crystal. PP, when he puts on a shirt, sports a pair of silver cuff links adorned with delicately hued beach pebbles. The jewelry is the work of a lithe Swedish girl named Torun Bulow-Hube, who lives with her husband in the tiny Riviera village of Biot and is known to a growing coterie...
Proper & English. An American by residence, Miss Hewitt came to dote on Wild West sagas, Civil War exploits. But by citizenship and temperament she remained forever England. She drank Scotch whisky, disguised modesty with a tart tongue, concealed generosity by demanding high standards. She was also properly foresighted. Anticipating her death. Miss Hewitt had mailed her own obituary to Mrs. Ogden Reid, onetime publisher of the New York Herald Tribune...
Before it went bankrupt, the Self was a proud and preening god. Nearly a century ago, Walt Whitman trumpeted: "I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious." The Self as deity pursued power (Faust) and pleasure (Don Juan). It achieved satiety, the rake's progress "from pain to ennui, from lust to disgust," which Fitch finds symbolically typified time and again in Aldous Huxley's heroes. At the end of Point Counter Point, the lovers, Burlap and Beatrice, "pretended to be two little children and had their bath together. And what...