Word: oned
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...destroy his letters to them. At the same time, employing his poetic license, he reveled in scandal, luxuriated in gossip. "Who," he asked BBC listeners during the 1930s, "would rather learn the facts of Augustus' imperial policy than discover that he had spots on his stomach? No one...
...distinctive voice, conversant with Freud and Marx, sharply rhythmic and harshly prophetic: "Seekers after happiness, all who follow/ The convolutions of your simple wish,/ It is later than you think ..." Since he had no money of his own, Auden simply let his pen for hire, and it was one of the fastest in the West. His poetry continued to flow, but so did documentary scripts, radio plays, librettos, travel books, speeches, essays. Cyril Connolly marveled: "It is as if he worked under the influence of some mysterious drug, which gives him a private vision, a mastery of form...
...ravaged land; Auden said he looked "like a wedding cake left out in the rain." Osborne does not flinch from presenting such evidence, but neither does he seem to know what to do with it: "On the Atlantic crossing back to England, he was uncharacteristically miserable, and on one occasion burst into tears, confessing to Isherwood that he could never find anyone to love him and that he believed himself to be a sexual failure. Arriving in London on 17 July, they went that evening to the theater...
...Auden now began to give readings of his poems at universities and colleges. He was one of the first poets to do so on a regular ... basis, and could fairly be said to have played his part in bringing into existence that traveling circuit which gave employment to so many poets, British and American, during the fifties and the sixties. He also made it known that he was available to lecture, provided that the fee was right. The lecture he gave at Harvard in 1947 on Don Quixote as part of a series commemorating the quatercentenary of the birth...
...30th book, .Singer corrects the citation. His fantasy is definitively inexhaustible. As for the microchaos, it is neither micro nor chaotic. It is as large and mysteriously ordered as the universe he ponders or the Polish village and villagers he knows by heart. No one familiar with Singer could fail to recognize his songs. Here again are the doomed Jews of the shtetl and the voluble retirees of Miami's gelt coast, the pious simpletons and the demons who can possess even the innocent spirit...