Word: fishing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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What dazzles the refugees is the abundance of food. Every crowded Hong Kong street is redolent of salt dried fish and the sharp smell of pickles. Vendors offer oranges, bananas and cakes; the stalls of Market Row gleam with eggplant, squash and tomatoes. Workers throng the pork shops to buy succulent halves of crisp, glazed pig. Store fronts are filled with families clustered around rice bowls and side dishes of meat and fish...
...pride, nearly every bush and tree along the way. "I never met a journalist who knew anything about agriculture," said Khrushchev. He showed Salinger a pond full of carp. "I guess they don't know the Chairman of the Party is here," grumbled the Party Chairman when no fish broke the surface. But at that one fat carp came...
...mostly he just sat with his son in a garden and chatted. Said Joe Kennedy: "I'd rather talk than walk." Struck for 2½ days by 700 waiters, cooks, bellhops and elevator operators, Manhattan's gilded Waldorf-Astoria bravely carried on. Accountants clapped j together tuna-fish sandwiches as substitutes for halibut thermidor. At a $25-a-plate dinner attended by Vice President Lyndon Johnson, the lobster bisque was omitted for fear that clerks and junior executives would slop it all over the 1,200 guests. Even Bossman Conrad (Be My Guest) Hilton, 74. saw emergency service...
Faced with this poem, any competent modern critic could easily go to work. He might first allude to its use of alliteration ("few fishes," "few fingers"). Clearly the poem deals with the plight of modern man reaching out for love and innocence but mocked by impending death. Love is the rose stifling in the blind house of modern technology. Note the repeated theme of blindness, and the plane that will bring annihilation to the world. Like the world, human love has no future. And little religious comfort. (The fish was an early symbol of Christian faith, now reduced-hence...
Every so often a book appears that celebrates the charm of scruffiness, the gaiety of the seedy, the high-held honor of those who fish about in trash barrels...