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...poem "Ode on Venice," Lord Byron prophesied a time "when thy marble walls/ Are level with the waters." By 1969, after nearly two decades of economic boom, the 19th century English poet's prediction seemed to be coming all too true. To slake the thirst of new industries on the mainland, some 20,000 wells were dug, tapping the water table that helps cushion Venice's more than 100 canal-cut islands. As a result, the fabled city of palaces and churches, frescoes and piazzas, began to sink at a frightening rate, gauged by scientists...
THERE'S STILL some good music on Wave-"Frederick," an ode to Rimbaud set to a tune suspiciously like Smith's only hit, "Because The Night;" "Dancing Barefoot," in which she sings with more precision than she has yet managed; and "Broken Flag," a sweeping anthem to her curious idea of America. But even these tracks partake of the torpor that fills the rest of the record. During her last tour, Smith padded sheepishly around the stage and did her best to play cute. The music on Wave acts identically, and neither escapes with a shred of credibility...
Such imaginative leaps are typical throughout The Medusa and the Snail. Though the book is about science, its form is a demonstration of art. In fact, a Thomas essay blooms organically in much the same manner as a romantic ode or sonnet. A receptive mind encounters something in nature; the object out there is gradually drawn into the thinking subject; reflection occurs, hypotheses are put forward and tested, a pulse of excitement becomes audible; suddenly, everything coalesces, time stands still for a moment, an image is born out of matter and spirit. If Wordsworth had gone to medical school...
...committee also chose Adam Finkel's version of "Fair Harvard" as the class ode...
...tearoom." What's this? Howling Allen Ginsberg, aging (52) poet-priest of'50s beat and '60s yippiedom reading his work in a Brooklyn department store? "Why not?" replies Ginsberg, as he prepares to recite such poems as Dope Fiend Blues, Punk Rock and Plutonian Ode. His familiar curl-fringed bald pate and face set off by silver granny glasses, he explains: "I get a lot more older people now, especially little old Jewish ladies. But I like a varied audience-little old ladies, homosexuals, weirdos." What he got, along with the college crowd, were little old ladies...