Word: poems
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...make up a harrowing musical storm that subsides at last into a serene speculation for strings inspired by Shakespeare's The Tempest: "We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep." The Lark Ascending is a delicate, attenuated tone poem for violin, played by Hugh Bean with proper lyricism. Conducting the New Philharmonia Orchestra, Sir Adrian Boult certainly lives up to his reputation as Vaughan Williams' foremost interpreter...
...instead a pleasant, supple work, replete with gracefully phrased suggestions and intuitions, rather like prettified Wagner. Ernst Ansermet leads the Orchestre de la Suisse Romande in an appropriately understated performance. Chausson was one of Cesar Franck's many dedicated disciples, and Les Bolides, a brief symphonic poem, shows that Franck is easily the more fluent composer...
...Black poet and author Langston Hughes wrote a poem for White America to read. "I could tell you why I'm the way I am, but I don't want to, and you don't give a damn." Can this be the plight of the "American Dream"? Dear Lord what can it be, "justice" for all or from the White man's perspective, "just us" (meaning themselves)? Dear God in spite of what many say about your having turned your back on the Black people, I still want to be a minister. But what can I tell my Black congregation...
...love, in the early novels (Crome Yellow, Antic Hay and Point Counter Point), it meant sex. And sex to Huxley was disgusting man at his most disgusting-something that he approached, as that prophet of passion D. H. Lawrence put it, with the "desperate courage of repulsion." The poem attributed to one of Huxley's characters in Ape and Essence is unmistakably in the author's voice...
...outdone by Moth, Longaville, when it comes time to read his sonnet, picks up the hand-mike and turns the poem into a rock 'n' roll number with off-stage singers and orchestra. Following suit, Dumaine, flipping the microphone cord like a boa, caresses himself and gyrates as he belts out his rock sonnet while the other men provide a snap-fingered accompaniment--a number that deservedly stops the show...