Word: mr
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...poems on the whole make interesting reading, and are probably more competent than the usual Identity fare. The two most polished are among the simplest in design, An Old Song and Correspondances. In these Mr. Phelps evokes a sort of nostalgic atmosphere which appears to a greater or lesser degree in most of the other pieces, but which is most effective in these two. There are a few more of these simple poems which for some reason don't quite come off; one which vaguely tries to describe the creative process, somewhat like MacLeish's Ars Poetica, and is similarly...
...When Mr. A. does condescend to quote sentences which exist, he substitutes three dots for crucial grammatical features. He is thus able to turn English into Incoherence. His careless pen cannot even copy titles of articles correctly. By dropping an 's' from "Pigs" Mr. A. transforms the author's scholarly announcement of her subject into name-calling...
...Mr. A.'s textual piracies pave the way for his ideological sneakiness. Terrified to read our articles closely enough to see what they say and how they say it, Mr. A. is a moral as well as an aesthetic coward. Dogmatically he extracts a sentence from an article--rather than troubling to restate the argument of the article in his own terms. Then he sneers. A few steps in the critical process seem to have been left out or aped...
Finding two articles which rise above the sub-mediocre and "enigmatic" norm, Mr. A. can find no words to explain his sense of their quality or their meaning. He only mentions them briefly in a negative context. He also conveniently avoids a judgment on the sincerity or validity of the point of view expressed in Mr. Smith's letter.... Sara Dakin...
...necessary depth for the title role. Despite her poetic prettiness and exaggerated emaciation, she looks like an Ivory Soap ad instead of a tortured adolescent. The other actors do considerbly better; Shelley Winters, as Mrs. Van Daam, dispenses with glamour in favor of convincing frumpishness, while Ed Wynn, as Mr. Dussel, adds a fine touch of ridiculous humanity...