Word: ode
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...dazzling ode to the birds, Warren manages to compress a poetic epitaph for Audubon as well as a capsule apologia for the endlessly seeking, destroying and atoning destiny of all artists, of man himself...
THIS LYRIC passage was penned in 1928 by W.E.B. DuBois as an ode to his ancestral home and to a small, typically New England town of Great Barrington. At the time of his death the great intellectual probably would not have been welcome in Great Barrington, for he had renounced his American citizenship, joined the Communist Party, and gone off to Africa. Yer, although DuBois turned away from the United States in disgust, he never spoke of his birthplace without a warm vibrancy in his voice and a soft look in his eyes. Last Saturday William Edward Barghardt DuBois, scholar...
...Knauer, though, will probably have the last word. Nixon himself telephoned her to express approval. Recalling days long ago, Nixon almost recited an ode to the hot dog. "Stick to your guns, Virginia," he said. "I'm behind you 100%. I came from humble origins. Why, we were raised on hot dogs and hamburgers. We've got to look after the hot dog." It may not have sounded like Keats, but to millions of hot-dog-loving Americans, it undoubtedly sang just as sweetly...
These Rombergian sights and sounds at Butler University in Indianapolis were not a revival of Desert Song but of much hoarier musical fare: the symphonic ode Le Désert by Composer Felicien David. Grand-père of all pseudo-Oriental musical concoctions, the piece was an instant hit after its 1844 Paris premiere, and its popularity, in part, inspired such works as Delibes' Lakmé and Verdi's Aida. So much for success. By the end of the century, both David and Le Désert were considered as out of date as a daguerreotype...
...Byrds, to which two of the founding Burritos (Gram Parsons and Chris Hillman) once belonged. Like The Byrds, the Brothers favor a nasal country style of folk-rock, with twanging, Nashville-style guitar picking and close-knit, churchy harmonies. They bounce along with sardonic glee in an ode to draft dodging called My Uncle, and commemorate the sorrows of unrequited love in a mock-dour lament, Juanita...