Word: lyre
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...worthy to stoop down and untie," Taylor makes the allusion more straightforward: "I am not even worthy to be his slave." In the Book of Daniel, when Nebuchadnezzar makes a gold image and orders people to worship it when they hear the sounds of "horn, pipe, lyre, trigon, harp," Taylor offers instead a touch of Sousa: "When the band strikes up." Despite such lapses, Taylor's Bible is easy to read and remarkably understandable...
Myth tells us that the god Apollo, whose instrument was the lyre, was challenged to a musical contest by a coarse satyr named Marsyas, who had learned to play the flute. Marsyas lost, and Apollo skinned him alive. In our day, this draconian triumph of reason over instinct has been reversed: Marsyas, the unrepressed goat-man, has won; the Rolling Stones are one of his incarnations. Unlike the Beatles-the very prototype of nice English working-class lads accepted everywhere, winning M.B.E.s from the Queen-the Stones from the start based their appeal partly on their reputation as delinquents. They...
Today is Beethoven's 200th birthday. In the year he turned 175, the Harvard Glee Club heard the most important address ever delivered at one of its annual banquets. Entitled "Amphion's Lyre," the speech was given by the late Lucien Price '07, talking without notes. Price, the author of many books, was for almost half a century the chief editorialist of the Boston Globe. Beethoven starts his third century in a year plagued by war. Below are the concluding paragraphs of Price's remarks spoken 25 years ago in another time racked...
...live in a destructible world, yet somehow we must go on building. An ancient myth says that Amphion had a golden lyre, given him by Hermes, to whose strains the stones of Thebes rose one above another until the city walls were built. Not only must the city walls of world security, if possible, be built: some edifice of the spirit must be built also and built by us to house the soul of man in an epoch to come. That will be the labor of many brains and many hands, yet the spirit of man is not many...
Play World. "Myth is real to me," Boghosian says. There were moments when it was almost too real as he began to see related shapes and symbols everywhere. He saw it in a farm harrow, the understructure of a funeral wreath that was shaped like a lyre, in dozens of tiny toy buglers he found in a flea market. At one point, after other children gibed at his young daughter about her father's playing with toys, Boghosian sat down and reflected on his purpose. "The play world becomes for the artist a real world," he concluded, "while...