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...interrupted by World War II. They work as book illustrators or in publishing houses. Their paintings are frequently primitive, but often by design as well as accident, since many of them are familiar with the work of French Brutalist Jean Dubuffet and Mexican pre-Columbian art. Above all, they hark back to the powerful, stylized tradition of Russian icon painting that flourished between the 15th and 17th centuries...
...Hark, the Harp. Chicago owes its blues eminence largely to an accident of geography. Practically alone among Northern cities, it has absorbed a steady stream of migrant Negroes from Mississippi, where a fertile folk tradition of spirituals, ballads, work songs and field hollers nourishes the blues the way the rich soil of the Delta sprouts cotton. The result is that all the Chicago blues are shot through with the raw purity of emotion, the lyricism and rhythmic subtlety of the Mississippi country style. Now a whole generation of younger performers have added technical polish and a hard driving sound that...
...hark: When brooding time doth atalk To August twelve, and heads are left gourd-dry The contest closes evermore...
...despised by her father because her mother died at her birth. She marries Bevil Menfrey, the handsome, tawny-haired scion of a high-spirited but impoverished family, and goes to live at Menfreya, a fortresslike mansion on the Cornish coast. Once installed, Harriet is deliriously happy-but hark: what about the beautiful, coolly poised governess who smugly glides around the joint and who soon becomes so obviously pregnant? And what about the legend of the tower dock, which stops when somebody is about...
...after being out of print for several decades, they made an arrestingly gruesome twosome. The Marble Faun, written when Faulkner was 21, is a dollop of schoolboyish Shelley-shallying in which Pan and Philomel pipe and warble, and every other word is ah or ye or 'neath or hark. A Green Bough, published when he was 36 and should have known better, seems on the contrary the work of a village Eliot...