Word: poeme
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Vermont, in a flurry of accomplishment, designated a State Cold Water Fish (trout), a State Warm Water Fish (walleyed pike) and a State Insect (honey bee). The Massachusetts general court, though moving hardly at all on important issues, considered (and, amazingly, rejected) the adoption of a State Poem with the opening line, "Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee ..." Connecticut, which got along for 190 years without a State Song, obtained one at last when the legislature picked Yankee Doodle-after replacing the word girls with folks. Widely criticized years ago for ending a session in which the designation of the Great Dane...
...title cut comes next, backboned by an acoustic bass line that reverberates with classical elegance and never stops through this rambling, lyrical, apocalyptic 11-minute street poem. "Street Hassle" is divided into three movements, each with the same bass line, intermittently using piano, sax, electric bass and quixotic female background vocals to supplement the poetics of Lou Reed. "Street Hassle" is an honest expression of life in the city street--a confusing apocalypse of frightening anonymity and frustration...
During our interview, someone compliments Petric's patterned shirt. In response, he quotes from a poem called "Song of the Shirt." "Who wrote that?" he asks me. I tell him I have absolutely no idea. "It begins, 'Stitch, stitch, stitch," he says. "You're an English major--who wrote it?" I shrug stupidly. Annoyed, he gets up and asks several people standing outside his office. They shrug too. "Imagine--teaching assistants, and nobody knows 'Song of the Shirt!' "By now he is worked up; he picks up the phone and dials Widener Library. The librarian refers him to the Reference...
...main things money provides is privacy," Paul says, and everyone talks, as Bunny does, of his imperial remoteness. "The people who are fond of Paul are much fonder of him than he is of them," says one of his closest friends sadly. A poem he wrote 50 years ago in the Yale Lit offers perhaps the best clue to his character...
...symbolist poet Stéphane Mallarmé. The blank page, for Mallarmé, trembled with possibility, as calm water or the tight-stretched canvas did for Monet. Its white flatness was not an absence: it was a poetic element, possessing the character of thought. "The intellectual armature of the poem," Mallarmé once wrote, "conceals itself, is present-is active-in the space that surrounds the stanzas and in the white of the paper: a meaningful silence, no less wonderful to compose than the lines themselves." And again: "To conjure up . . . the negated object, with the help of allusive...