Word: musee
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Muse was flashing her most winsome smile, and the boys were doing beautifully. They hadn't gotten very far; they were still dallying in the olive groves with Socrates and Plato. And the topic under discussion was the Platonic super being, or the Natural Man. Apparently the latter gentleman had not been very closely defined...
...unaware that his Muse was often mute to his friends. Even as a little lad, Plato was his teacher; and philosophy his friend. He recalls his preference for the tales of the ancient sages; and the disappointment of his nurse who loved to read him fairy tales. There was a story of a wise man who lived in a tub and told an emporor to stand out of his light; there was a tale of a man who fell in a well while looking at the stars; and once upon a time there was a philosopher who plucked the feathers...
...about to quote the words of William Butler Yeats. Nearing three score and ten (he will be 70 on June 13), Poet Yeats has written enough and well enough in his long life to satisfy most men. But few poets are willing to die before their time; though his Muse is not as young as she was, Poet Yeats still invites her to his board. His latest collation was slim pickings-a one-act play, a dozen poems, a few pages of commentary-compared to the poetic feasts he used to set forth...
...Milton resounds with Bellockian bellows, on every subject from the present state of the nation to the sniveling rascality of a 17th Century renegade. On Milton the poet he casts a keen professional eye, melting with reverence most often but sometimes, when he catches Milton sporting with a mediocre Muse, sparkling with contempt. To Milton the man he is bluffly antipathetic, regards him as the arch-heretic of an heretical age, a humorless megalomaniac...
...Elizabethan days every dramatist was a poet, every playgoer a poetry lover. But nowadays poets generally leave their Muse behind when they go to town. To most moderns, poetic drama means selfconscious, little-theatre stuff-&-nonsense. Ambitious Poet Archibald MacLeish (Conquistador), seeing no good reason for the modern notion that Poetry is by nature a bad actor, has tried his hand at a verse-play. His first attempt. Panic, took him 16 months to write.* Playgoing readers will find it an exciting experiment, will hope Author MacLeish's example may attract some others...