Word: mister
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a water smooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreej our five pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death At Bennington as in other schools, Cummings' typographical arrangements are being studied for what they are - devices to give readers a maximum of communication and excitement...
...treated to some modernism that no one wanted to ignore. On view were more than 130 aggressively new objects, everything from paper lanterns and delicate ceramics to wildly abstract sculpture: a 10-ft.-high Centipede, something that looked like Humpty Dumpty with horns and a tail but was called Mister One Man, and something labeled Myself, which showed an almost featureless face topped by six pieces of whisk-broom straw...
Kissing: U.S.-Style. Japanese art lovers might wonder about Centipede and Mister One Man, but they knew the balding artist of Myself. His name: Isamu Noguchi, famed California-born Japanese-American sculptor, who had been to Japan three times since the war preaching modern art. Noguchi's beautiful wife, Shirley Yamaguchi, is just as much a celebrity as the sculptor himself. One of Japan's top movie stars, Shirley met Noguchi on a 1950 trip to the U.S. (to pick up Hollywood pointers, among other things, on how to kiss for the camera, U.S.-style). On their third...
When Gary wrote Aissa Saved (published in 1932), he thought he had done it. A too-weedy clearing in the same bush out of which he later hacked Mister Johnson, it was the story of an African girl bursting with savage life who tried her pagan best to be a Christian; the inevitable friction burnt her alive. In spite of its authentic glare and beat, the book sold badly and Gary "got no bean of royalty." The next year, a second book about Africa, An American Visitor, fared even worse. His first break came in 1936 when The African Witch...
Next year he published Mister Johnson, probably his finest novel. Johnson is a young Negro, a poor but almost preposterously happy government clerk who lives each day (including his last one) as inventively as though it were the first day of creation. The critical reception was good, but the book sold just over 5,000 copies. Charley Is My Darling, a novel about juvenile delinquents in wartime England, did much better...