Word: ginsberg
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...which insistently summons men to the barber, they might all conform to the Book of Leviticus, which commands that "Ye shall not round the corners of your heads, neither shalt thou mar the corners of thy beard." In these shaggy times, which can produce a Van Cliburn, an Allan Ginsberg and a Joe Namath, not to mention the Beatles, the Monkees, the Rolling Stones and the entire male population of Haight-Ashbury, Leviticus' 2,500-year-old injunction seems astonishingly up to date...
Votes got pretty thin around 50, let alone for number 300, so R-KO experts Arnie Ginsberg, (yes, the Wood lives!), J. J. Jeffreys, and Mel Phillips beefed up the list. But the final tabulation (printed on a fold-out sheet and sent to all voters and contest entrants) remains distressingly modern and far from definitive...
...sitar, to the Amadeus String Quartet (unsurpassed even by the Budapest), which recorded the background for "Eleanor Rigby" and which has leant the Beatles some of the Western tradition. Lennon and McCartney read voraciously, and they might borrow inspiration as easily from Eugene O'Neill as from Dylan or Ginsberg. The important thing is that being open-minded borrowers, the Beatles will be producing new, but slightly derivative, kinds of music long after the strictly original geniuses of their generation have choked on their own preoccupations...
...colonizers" of the terrain that Pound and Eliot discovered. Theodore Roethke was already a major poet when he died in 1963 at 55. The late Dylan Thomas, with his crosscountry sweep of public performances, helped carry poetry into the floodlit arena. So did the beats. Of them, only Allen Ginsberg retains any influence, perhaps less for his poems than for his relentlessly acted role as the bewhiskered prophet of four-letter words, homosexuality, pot, and general din. Still, in their better moments, the beats, now fitfully imitated by the hippies, gave poetry a startling air of spontaneity...
There must be 500 miniskirts swirling around when this longhair composer David Amram sits in with the band to blow I'm Coming, Virginia on the French horn. And there's Allen Ginsberg gassing pretty good with Arthur Miller at a table in the corner, and Norman Mailer won't shut up about his friend Jose Torres, the light-heavyweight fighter who keeps losing. Arthur Schlesinger Jr. wants to shut up about Viet Nam but they bug him with it. And there's Charles Addams and David Merrick and maybe a thousand other names all jammed...