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...odes extolling "socially useful" goals. In revolt against sloganeering paeans that read like Pravda set to rhyme, hundreds of Soviet writers privately turn out poems about lovemaking, maladjustment, and other concerns of the soul neglected by seven-year plans. They call such extracurricular outpourings "poetry for the desk drawer," because it is unproletarian and unpublishable. Yet one of the most revealing aspects of Russian evolution since Stalin has been the growth of the desk drawer...
...Desk-drawer poetry has ranged recently from barbs at Soviet society to lyrics celebrating what one young poet calls the "unwise dream-freedom." Of late, restive Party leaders have urged the government to close the drawer on such "bourgeois" themes. Last week the poetry problem found its way into the program of the 22nd Party Congress...
...young writers, censure in such ossified Party organs as Life and Literature can be as big a boost as being banned in Boston. Since Evtushenko and the few other desk-drawer poets lucky enough to achieve publication are seldom permitted editions of more than a few thousand, their works are mostly transmitted verbally or copied from furtive, short-lived poetry magazines with names such as Cocktail and Boomerang. In Moscow and Leningrad, there are hundreds of unpublishable poets who advertise their calling by aping scruffy U.S. beatniks down to dirty dungarees, unkempt beards, and unfathomable doggerel...
...office, with orchestra seats going for $45 apiece and an eight-seat box for $650. The crowd was enthusiastic, glittering (inveterate Social Moth Hope Hampton, a onetime operatic hopeful, appeared splattered with sequins, chinchilla and diamonds), but, as Columnist Cholly Knickerbocker reminded his readers, scarcely Top Drawer. The Old Guard, as opposed to Publiciety, celebrates the opening on the second Monday of the season. What saved the night socially, according to Knickerbocker, was the presence of Labor Secretary Arthur Goldberg, whose intervention last summer saved the Met season. Goldberg stopped backstage to congratulate Soprano Price ("I am a connoisseur...
...seems," says Mauldin dryly, "that General Patton didn't like the sloppy, insubordinate-looking soldiers I was drawing. He pulled several of my cartoons out of a drawer. I asked him if he thought I was inaccurate. He admitted that the men do look like that at the front. Then I asked him if he wanted me to make inaccurate pictures of the men. He said no-he didn't want me to do that. Then he changed the subject." From the encounter, Mauldin-and Willie and Joe-emerged in unrepentant triumph...