Word: poems
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...something out of a western movie," by request scheduled programs usually reserved for "highbrow cities like New York." In Armidale (pop. 11,000), he struck up a debate with a brawny university football player. Subject: Gabriel Fauré's musical setting of Paul Verlaine's poem La Bonne Chanson...
...Buddhism is growing more chic by the minute. Latest evidence: the summer issue of Chicago Review, which contains nine articles on the subject, a poem, and an excerpt from Zen-loving, "beat" Novelist Jack (On the Road) Kerouac's forthcoming The Dharma Bums. Begins Kerouac: "LET THERE BE BLOWING-OUT AND BLISS FOREVERMORE...
Harold is a writer. Although rejected by the Advocate (a local magazine devoted to literature), he sold a poem to a Greenwich Village little magazine for a free subscription, and an article (under a psuedonym) on trailor-camping to a Western magazine for $120. That $120 has to sustain him for the summer, at the pace of a dollar...
Once upon a time, and a very leisurely time it was, a novel resembled a sheaf of obituary notices; it took various characters from the cradle to the grave and firmly left them there. Nowadays, when a novel may resemble anything from an unrhymed poem to an unprintable pamphlet or an analyst's case book, there is something refreshing about this old-style trilogy (its component novels were published in the U.S. more than a decade ago, but this is the first U.S. publication of all three in a package). Most remarkable fact about this work: Novelist...
...waif in the asphalt jungle, he regularly tastes despair, or what Kerouac calls "the pit and prunejuice of poor beat life itself in the god-awful streets of man." Sometimes he "flips," i.e., goes mad. Allen Ginsberg, 32, the discount-house Whitman of the Beat Generation, begins his dithyrambic poem Howl (which the New York Times's Critic J. Donald Adams has suggested should be retitled Bleat) with the lines: "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry...