Word: metaphorical
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...first art Hulme created when he returned to London in 1908, at the age of 25, was imagist poetry. Hulme preached the primacy of the image, since he believed that man's only sure grasp of reality was through analogy and metaphor. Though his disciple Ezra Pound gave the school its name and became its chief panjandrum, it was Hulme who wrote the first imagist verse, including what T. S. Eliot has called "two or three of the most beautiful short poems in the language." Sample...
...Entertainer. Some of the force of Playwright John Osborne's caustic metaphor, England as a seedy music hall in which no-talent frauds held the stage, may be lacking in the film version of his drama, but Sir Laurence Olivier's interpretation of a soggy song-and-dance man is a masterpiece of mannerism...
Sharp-tongued, curmudgeon-like though I am, I never said that some 20,000 fine voters in the 29th N.Y. Congressional District "every four years crawl out of their Hudson Gothic woodwork to vote for William McKinley." The crawling-out-of-woodwork metaphor was an added touch by the New York Times writer; he had an unusually fine prose style, given to flourishes which, as he might put it, bode well for a career in journalism. I did remark, sadly, how certain voters up here seem to pledge fealty every four years to William McKinley, but just...
...Alan Jay Lerner went to the hospital with a bleeding ulcer,* and Director Hart learned of the death of his 97-year-old father in Miami, retired to his hotel room for three days with nervous fatigue. As for the show itself. Composer Loewe had armored himself in a metaphor. "When you see it." he warned visitors just before curtain time, "remember that when a baby is born, its face is all wrinkled, it looks like a prune. It is red and ugly and you say, Ts that my baby? No. Never.' But six weeks later, the baby...
...peeling music hall in which no-talent bums hold the center of the stage and a public stupefied by socialized security hums mindlessly the theme song of the welfare state ("Why should I care, why should I let it touch me?")-is never less than a magnificent metaphor but always less than convincing; and for U.S. audiences, it may even be less than interesting. What's more, the film sometimes suffers by comparison with the play. The outdoor scenes let too much fresh air into Archie's grubby little life, and the audience loses its physical sense...