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Whitman was by his own admission "furtive like an old hen," and he likened his poems to eggs laid in concealment. But once they hatched between hard covers, he knew how to sound the cockcrow of publicity. If his tone was frequently more holistic than thou, the reason was that he believed passionately in his power to relate all things. His own experience was wide. He grew up with the sun, sea and wildlife of Long Island and the muddy streets and busy docks of Brooklyn. Whitman the urbanite was a printer, newsp perman, editor, publisher, teacher, building contractor...
...mercy to man. Welty concentrated instead on ordinary people, on "the thing that makes them what they are in themselves, their secret life, their memory of the past, their childhood, their dreams." Her choice carried with it the hush of inference, "sad as the soft noises in the hen house at twilight," and also the rustle of laughter...
...interested in religious objects, painting them in many of her later works, often in an mystical way, as in her Still Life with St. George, a painting mostly in dark, eerie blues and greens of two creche figures, two Madonnas, and St. George arranged with flowers and a ceramic hen. The subjects look like toys somberly gathered on a table. They are painted with a few large brushstrokes, giving the general idea of the figurines without including much detail. The large strokes Munter used created a textured surface to the painting, like dried smatterings of oils left on the palette...
Hundreds of thousands of tiny feathers from forest birds, trapped with bird lime and nets, went into the making of a cloak, and they were painstakingly tied to a mesh base to form broad, brilliant patterns. Not until the 1950s, with Hen ri Matisse's chasubles for the Chapel of the Rosary at Vence, would a ceremonial garment approach the purity and bold ness of design of the 19th century chiefs cloak named for Kekaulike-nui. Such objects would form a climax to any ethnographical show. One can only regret that in this case they...
...between man and woman. No one dares trust a wife or a child or a friend any longer. But in the future there will be no wives and no friends. Children will be taken from their mothers at birth, as one takes eggs from a hen. The sex instinct will be eradicated. Procreation will be an annual formality like the renewal of a ration card. We shall abolish the orgasm. Our neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty toward the Party. There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There...