Word: lyrical
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...study in the United Kingdom. As one of 43 students nationwide to win a Marshall Scholarship, she will join six Harvard Rhodes Scholars in the UK next fall. A literature concentrator in Lowell House, Vasiliauskas will study Criticism and Culture in the Faculty of English at Cambridge University. Lyric poetry has been a focus of her time at Harvard, and she used her personal statement in her application to elaborate on the “value of poetry.” “Rational knowledge is insufficient to prevent suffering,” Vasiliauskas said, citing the Holocaust...
...pickpocket with a great eye for fat wallets. But he doesn't add anything. (As TIME Theater critic Ted Kalem said of Cats back in 1982: "You'll leave the theater humming other people's better songs.") That's a shame, because Korie has a knack for clever lyrics; I'd never heard eunuch and Punic rhymed before. For the "Drift Away" bridge he conjures a lovely wistfulness - "Our tete-a-tetes, midnight duets, / Our breakfast tea and toast, / Funny how things that mean the least/ Are what we'll miss the most" - that approaches the pop poetry of Broadway...
...handed pitcher for the Boston Braves immortalized in a rhyme turned national catchphrase; in Downers Grove, Ill. Sain, the last pitcher to face Babe Ruth, and Braves left-hander Warren Spahn were deemed so crucial to the team's successful campaign for the 1948 National League pennant that a lyric was born: "Spahn and Sain, pray for rain." Sain later became a visionary teacher, stressing the mental side of pitching and inspiring accolades from players like Jim Bouton, who dubbed him "the greatest pitching coach who ever lived...
...Against the Day weighs just 3 oz. less than my toaster. But my toaster doesn't offer the tantalizing music of Pynchon's voice, with its shifts from comic shtick to heartbroken threnody, its mordant Faulkneresque interludes, its gusts of lyric melancholy blown in by way of F. Scott Fitzgerald, its ecstatic perorations from Jack Kerouac. And my toaster will never lay before me a vision of a world in which technology is stripping away all the ancient, vital magic while shepherding mankind to the brink of destruction. On the other hand, my toaster makes toast, and nothing quite...
...know about that. I was pretty much in shock. I know the words to Cold, Cold Heart by heart, but I was shaking so bad standing three feet from him that I had to hold on to the lyric sheet to try to steady myself. But he was such a gentleman. It was the thrill of a lifetime...