Word: elegiacally
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...newest hot ticket on Broadway these days?$55 a pair from scalpers ?is an admission to a haunted house. Elegiac strains of the '20s, '30s and '40s hover in the wings. Ectoplasmic chorines, all beads and feather boas, wander across the stage like Ziegfeld girls come back to life. Characters are at once 19 and 49. Time bounces off the walls, like sound and light brilliantly altered and distorted...
...among others, Herman Kahn, David Dellinger, and Allard Lowenstein. Ginsberg, in the Beat tradition of ignoring the world other people are talking about for his own vision of it, sang some very long Buddhist chants to the assembly, read from Kerouac's Mexico City Blues, and then from an elegiac poem on his friend's death, one that he had just been working on during his subway ride up to Columbia. That poem is one of three by Ginsberg that are reprinted, as postscripts, to Scenes Along the Road. The poem he read from is called "Memory Gardens": covered with...
...Dandy and the Tradesman. Elegiac, autumnal and melancholy though it is, Home is shot through with rueful humor. Playwright Storey subtly draws an ironic parallel between the plight of the two men and the fate of England. The word island recurs: England shorn of empire, reduced to her physical boundaries, but with names and deeds of the past intoned like a faint requiem of glory-Newton, and Sir Walter Raleigh and the discovery of penicillin. The sceptered isle has become a gleamless cinder on the tides of history...
...quality of hazy sadness that finally debilitates Whitewater. The book's tone is almost elegiac. Everything is over. The reader is not told, but knows anyway, that the narrator's friend is doomed, that the present time of the story lies far in the past. It is all beyond changing. Reliving it all gently and ruefully, the narrator makes no discoveries, nor is he changed by the task of reburying his youth...
Curtis' paintings have none of the conceptual density or revolutionary aims of surrealist imagery; they are gentle, mannered, elegiac, peopled with doll-like Edwardian women and dandified men. These ghosts, thin and sharp as memory in the preservative desert air, flit through empty, curlicued facades or congregate amid their elaborate furniture, radiating a wistful chic; as image maker, Curtis is more elegant than challenging. His objects do not confront one another in shock, like Lautréamont's famous sewing machine and umbrella on a dissecting table-they nod, as it were, with mild and civil assent...