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...title poem quite simply states the deepest wish of a famed lady...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Major Poet, Minor Verse | 9/21/1959 | See Source »

...show them that he is convinced, and indeed this is all he has to do. And beyond this he has to impress people with his own life, with what he is as an individual, what he says, and what he thinks, the way he drinks beer or reads a poem. Those who like him for what he is can always say he would be the same in any event, that Catholicism has made not the slightest difference except to get him up earlier on Sundays. They can say this, but in most cases it will not be what they think...

Author: By John B. Radner, | Title: Agnosticism, Misunderstanding Challenge University Catholics | 9/21/1959 | See Source »

...Modern Jazz Quartet, a fine, precise team of arrangement-conscious musicians led by Pianist John Lewis, who make jazz sound like a 19th century tone poem. With a sharp, clear vibes, a versatile piano, a bass and a set of traps, the quartet warmed up with a cool version of I'll Remember April, approached mastery in its last offering, a three-part number (The Singer, Harlequin, Contessa) delivered in a boogie-woogie, bass-led tempo and highlighted by an atonal, polyphonic piano...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: An Island of Jazz | 9/7/1959 | See Source »

Princeton students once voted him the world's worst poet, and a jeering couplet hounded him for years: "I'd rather flunk my Wassermann test/Than read a poem by Edgar Guest."* Such insults missed their mark, for Edgar Albert Guest never even pretended to be a poet. Said he: "I am a newspaperman who writes verse." And at the time he died last week at 77, Edgar Guest's success as a verse-writing newspaperman had never before been equaled and may never be again...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Into God's Slumber Grove | 8/17/1959 | See Source »

...their own literary garlands, e. e. cummings wanders through selections from his Him and Santa Claus (Caedmon) with the air of a sleepwalker groping in a murky crypt; John Masefield sibilates waveringly through his The Story of Ossian (Argo) in a reading that does nothing to relieve the poem's turgid dramatic flow. The opposite failing-a tendency to rhetoric where mere passion would do-mars Sir Ralph Richardson's swooning reading of The Poetry of Keats (Caedmon), and turns Carl Sandburg's A Lincoln Album (Caedmon) into an uneasy collection of pieties at odds with...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Words in Rotation | 8/3/1959 | See Source »

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