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...knew I needed to get away from a society in which a good essay was more important than a poem,” he says...
...prickly handful to kids raised on either the smooth Sinatra sound or the orgasmic church screaming of Little Richard. But to Dylan, barbed-wire vocals were an aesthetic and, as the French would say, a politique. Mellow was a lie; raspy was authentic. As he wrote in an early poem: "The only beauty's ugly, man / The cracklin', breakin', shakin' sounds're / The only beauty I understand." With extended exposure, his ugly became beauty. Intimate and accusatory, the voice twisted and tortured each word in a lyric, weirdly drawing out the silent half of a vowel sound - not "rain...
John Lasseter grew up in Southern California, where driving is people's passion and second career, and a car their church and fortress. So if you ask Lasseter about car love, you get an impromptu prose poem. "Car love," he says, "is the sound of a throaty V-8 rumbling and revving, the acceleration throwing you back in the seat--especially when you get on a beautiful, winding road and the light's dappling through the trees. For me, it's a combination of enjoying the beauty of cars, classic or cool modern ones, and also the actual driving: getting...
...City Council meeting opened with a modern dance performance in celebration of the month of May staged in the center of the council’s meeting chamber, continued with a ceremony welcoming a visiting delegation from Mobile, Ala., and closed with Councillor Henrietta Davis reading her own poem about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, whose 200th birthday will be celebrated next year...
After reading a line like that, it’s frustrating to go back to the solemn self-importance of the other poems. In “Night Walk,” the narrator makes his way to an all-night convenience store that is mysteriously empty. The poem ends with tiresome transcendence. “Walking home, for a moment /you almost believe you could start again. /And an intense love rushes to your heart /and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable,” he writes. These lines could be a microcosm of the whole collection: well...