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Lukoma recited a poem entitled "Congo," inspired by Professor of History Leroy Vail's course, Historical Studies A-21: "Modern Africa from...
...scenes on which it depends can hardly command a modicum of even vague interest from readers. True, the novel's pages bleed together, but Bleeding London is a wounded creature. A writer once said of Ezra Pound, "he is a great poet who has never written a great poem." In the world of lyric prose, Nicholson neither leads nor follows. Rather, he occupies that awkward region in between--usually above reproach, seldom awe-inspiring--where many decent writers languish in anonymity. Bleeding London is, well, bloody awful...
Pulled down raw out of the ether, the new Buddhist vibe can seem surrealistically jumbled, as a poem in a recent New Yorker acknowledged: "The huge head of Richard Gere, a tsonga blossom/ in his hair, comes floating like a Macy's/ Parade balloon above the snowcapped summit/ of sacred Kailas." But in fact intrigued Americans need not remain perplexed: they can investigate a vibrant, if small, U.S. community of believers. This does not mean the hundreds of thousands of Buddhist immigrants, who have yet to have an impact on mainstream culture. Rather, it refers to some 100,000 American...
...crowd reacted emotionally when a student read a classmate's poem to Jeffrey...
Anne Bradstreet, though of course unable to attend Harvard-even talented as she was, is an ideal choice to represent the ground-breaking women of the class of 1976. She struggled against a maledominated society which frowned on her writing. Professor Vendler quoted from Bradstreet's poem "The Prologue," in her remarks on Saturday: "I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/Who says my hand a needle better fits." The carping tongues were blissfully silent this weekend, and Bradstreet now ushers us into the Yard, a constant reminder of the achievements past and still to come. We can all sing "Fair...