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...members of the Society from Eliot are Ernest S. Abers, Edward D. Aswell, Morton M. Hackman, Robert S. Kandel, Herbert R. Kohl, Dexter W. Lawson, Joseph S. Lelyveld, James R. McCredie, A. E. Keir Nash, James H. Rieger, and Harold M. Ross...
...While the latest is sue (December) of the Advocate gives no indication that the magazine itself will ever accept the challenge, it does show clearly that some of the writers it publishes have. One of its poems, "Report of the Artist's Progress to his Doctor" by A. E. Keir Nash is specificaly concerned with the artist and another, "The Exhortation to an Audience, to be Still" by Arthur W. Freeman, indirectly...
...black and white and gray by Willard Midgette looks out from the cover of the latest Advocate with a seniorial air of wisdom. Both the color and the air of the owl match those of the two stories therein, by Sallie Bingham and A.E. Keir Nash...
Although 58's poetry is one the whole unexciting, A. E. Keir Nash's "Der Blaue Reiter" uses some very effective imagery in portraying the imaginative travels of a little boy on a wooden horse. Sallie Bingham seems to take a rather ambivalent attitude toward "The Young Girls," who "love in prudent silence on the frozen ground." Some allusions which bring to mind the Seven Dwarfs ("And start to work with soap, and heavy towels . . .") weaken the poem considerably. In his poem about Perseus, William Teunis describes the gods as "con-vanished," so it is somewhat jarring when they reappear...
...would put British influences . . . [like] The New Statesman. [It is] the British Bible of every washed-up Liberal, soured Conservative, lapsed Catholic, half-baked grammar school intellectual, the new technical school boys whose knowing twang you hear on every bus, every manic-depressive Orwellite, fissurated Koestlerite, prehistoric Fabian, antique Keir Hardyite, flaming anti-Roman Catholic, like . . . the editor himself, Mr. Kingsley Martin, and every other unhappy misfit, pink and pacifist, whose sole prophylactic against despair, if not suicide, is a weekly injection of Kingsley Martin's Bottled Bellyache...