Word: lyrical
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Noted poetry critic and English professor Helen Vendler presented her latest book, “A Secret Discipline: Yeats and Lyric Form,” last night in a talk in which she read Yeats poems—at one point breaking into an Irish brogue—and told anecdotes from Yeats’ life to an audience of several hundred...
...Born in the U.S.A." "I ain't gonna play Sun City." Lyric fragments that, once heard, become a whole political statement in miniature, a rhythmic testament of pride and conscience. There is another that belongs in their company. It is a simple declarative dedication, really, spoken quietly by Peter Gabriel: "This is for Steven Biko." And Biko begins, its incantatory drum sounds and eldritch rhythms working some deep magic before Gabriel even gets to the first verse...
...nearly as well as vintage AC/DC; it sounds loud at nearly every volume level.Sure, a lot of “Rock N Roll” is shitty, but the same goes for the genre. Adams’ habit of simultaneously embracing volatile extremes leads him to write an incisive lyric in one verse and a terrible one the next. “Wish You Were Here” starts with the wonderfully evocative line “Cotton candy and a rotten mouth,” then devolves into boring rain imagery and whining: “It?...
...walls, waiting to be fitted into their frames. Below ground, white-gloved workers are laboriously transferring the 3,000 works currently in storage to a new, climate-controlled archive system. And in the Room of Muses, a lone conservator painstakingly cleans a sculpture of Erato, the Greek muse of lyric poetry, one of eight statues that give the museum's new receiving hall its name. These figures date from 2nd century Greece, but set against the hall's watermelon-red stucco walls, they take on a decidedly postmodern feel. They make a fitting welcome committee for a museum that...
...black T shirt and jeans driving a politically incorrect white Hummer. "Believe it or not, this is a pretty nice little town," he said as we headed out to his ranch, past a bleak, unending landscape of big-box stores that brought to mind a recent Haggard lyric: "Everything Wal-Mart all the time, no more mom and pop five and dimes... What happened, where did America go?" A vague populist annoyance with big stores and big shots is one of the themes that have led Haggard to "change labels," as he told me with a laugh. "The folks...