Word: epically
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Three years ago Musical America offered a $3,000 prize for the best symphonic work to be composed by an American. The judges were Conductors Walter Damrosch, Leopold Stokowski, Alfred Hertz, Frederick Stock, Serge Koussevitzky, and they chose unanimously from 92 scores an "epic rhapsody" called America by Ernest Block That the prize-winning music was by Bloch, who is considered by many the foremost U. S. composer, and that so distinguished an array of judges had professed themselves enthusiatic and promised, each one, to give America an early performance, combined to arouse more interest than could any blatant heralding...
John Masefield is no minor poet, yet his genius is for telling a tale. The tale has been told time and again of Arthur and his knights, of Gwenivere and her Lancelot, but never so utterly that a master craftsman dare not render his version. Not as an epic drama in the Tennysonian manner, but like the medieval minstrel in fitful lyrics Masefield catches a climax here, a sad mood there. The variegated metres and intermittent themes are disjointed in a whole effect, but the wistful beauty of moments and moods stands out as never in earlier classics. Thus Arthur...
...America, an Epic Rhapsody in Three Parts", written by Ernest Block is the feature number of the evening. This symphony won the prize of $3000 offered three years ago by the weekly journal. Musical America, for an orchestral piece of symphonic dimensions, that was to be "a really representative work, one which will be to American music what the standard German, French, and Russian works for orchestra are to the music of their countries...
...poem respectively, redeem the sheets from the come-on-fellows-and-lets-get-together standard of prep school journalism. Certainly only the most desperate editorial crisis could induce the Vindex or Horae Scholasticae to print Mr. V. A. Brown's maudlin sentimentality or Mr. R. S. Minturn's epic of life-force agonies under any other head than that of humor. If your notions of story writing include the theme of the college bounder whose incredible extravagance leads him to the purchase of rosewood mounted radios and such bibelots with which to satisfy his sybaritic lusts and whose ultimate depravity...
...life are over. It needs a supreme disregard of physical limitations and an indifference to the more material things of the world that only a few divinely gifted men retain after they have lost their ignorance of them. Dickens knew the secret when he wrote that spiritual epic "The Christmas Carol". Not many Bob Cratchits can quite forget the next rent bill even in the midst of the feast, and the faintest savor of the mundane changes the Olympian ambrosia to a mess of porridge that is only a little more appetising than the every-day fare...