Word: mawkish
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...bisexuality that she felt to be in every artist is reflected in her work by her manly style and womanly sensitivity. The brotherhood of man, sorrow over death, the cruelty of war, care of the sick--these great humanitarian sentiments were the themes of her work. She wasn't mawkish: her work is grim and reminiscent of Goya's Disaster of War. The grimness is lifted only now and then by a look of suprise on the face of a young girl or by a mother laughing as she plays with her child. Otherwise we realize that to Kollwitz...
Character v. Indulgence. Mawkish as some of them were, the oldtime texts emphasized morality and character. "How little of that appears in the readers of today!" Even great heroes become "bloodless, namby-pamby, without vitality, pluck or distinguished ideas." The words "love, loyalty, honesty" rarely appear because the experts regard them as too abstract. "Sin is out . . . but (and quite logically) so is virtue. The children depicted in modern readers live in an uncharted ethical miasma of being 'happy,' engaging in do-it-yourself pursuits . . . with nice fathers and mothers in the background, who display no virtues beyond...
...week disclosed the agony to which his hero has long subjected him. Excerpt from Ballade to an Old Friend: I set Your Lordship in the House of Peers- / But you have brought me many a quid pro quo / Because we've been together twenty years . . . / Yet horrid Horry mawkish matelot, / Obnoxious more, I think, to friend than foe, / Your very name excruciates my ears- / I hope you roast in hell, Horatio, / Because we've been together twenty years...
...more often than is strictly necessary ("I wear-inside-the horizontal stripe"). But Poet Hall is very much alive, and alive to many things. He sings with grace in praise of his native New Hampshire, and he can celebrate his marriage and the birth of his son without seeming mawkish or losing a shred of dignity. A visit to Delphi is fastened into his experience with this finality...
Though in his day Delacroix won even Goethe's praise for his Faust drawings, much of his theatrical subject matter-triumphant crusaders, fierce sultans and pashas, sultry harem girls-today seems mawkish. Probably only his scenes drawn on the barricades during the 1830 revolution still hold men's imagination. But if Delacroix's content is dated, his art is not. He attacked his craft with an iron will, raising color to a central, expressive role and making discoveries in form and line that still delight...