Word: poem
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Russian composer, was about 37, a critic told him that he was past his prime. In his mind, at these unkind words, he heard the dwindling strophe of the heart's small drum, tapping into silence up an empty street. He sat down to write his tone-poem, Francesco da Rimini. Down in Hell's gilded street, the phantoms jostle; winds squeal like demented fiddles; ghosts squeak like dismal flutes; and lonely in the company of lovers who have sinned for love and have been damned for their sin to remember forever the joy of love...
...comfortable hearth, he spins for them the shining web of his prose. Hardy is damned; Balzac exalted; one learns that the writing of George Eliot is "without pleasure," that boiled chicken has never appeared on the table of George Moore, that the Lady of Shalott, is the one poem whereby "poor Tennyson" justifies his existence, that shad, the finest of all fish, has not been eaten in London in the last fifty years. "I cannot write," says Mr. Moore. "I have lost my taste for reading; I can only think." Someone recently stated that Mr. Moore had pimples...
...paradoxically contains the best editorials and book reviews that have appeared in the Advocate for some time. There is, however, an anecdotal short story by J. N. Leonard entitled "How Christmas Cheer Came to the Bridge Gang' (in the form of five cases of rum), and a deeply religious poem by Whitney Cromwell, called "Christmas...
...sudden pianissimo, he shot his left hand into the air, palm flat, in the way of one who hoists a heavy tray or thrusts a torch aloft. For the rest, his gestures were continent. He led Debussy's Nuages; Honegger's Pacific 231, Scriabin's Poem of Ecstacy. Like a storm of white hail came the clapping. With inexorable courtesy, Koussevitzky bowed and bowed...
...poem is entitled "A Match at Football", in three Cantos. It describes a match played between the team of Lusk, the Champions of Ireland, and the Soards. It is remarkable how similar is this account of a football game played two centuries ago to our modern newspaper's description of a game. The account in true journalistic style starts off with a description of the crowded "Stadium" and its setting. Then the team comes running on the field, led by Captain Terence. It seems that even a University band attended this primitive match in the person of one "Ventoso...