Word: poet
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Frida Rivera's esteem for her house guest, Exile Leon Trotsky, antedates but probably does not surpass André Breton's. From Mexico last summer Poet Breton and Painter Diego Rivera issued a furious manifesto, calling on all independent revolutionary intellectuals, "whose voice is drowned by the odious tumult of the regimented falsifiers," to form a world-wide union against the oppression of art by any political regime, especially the Stalinist...
Died. Francis Jammes, 70, French Catholic poet (The Triumph of Life, The Open Places of Heaven), who once amazed his countrymen by refusing the Legion of Honor (1922); after long illness; in Bayonne, France...
Only recently, Vag has discovered a new out let for his train-love. To him the Massachusetts Model Railroad Society's hangout on Atlantic Avenue is a wonderful place--even better than South Station, his erstwhile favorite. A second-rate poet whose name Vag cannot recall likened the world to a room in the house of the universe. There in three rooms on Atlantic Avenue, the Society has got the world--or at least enough of it to accommodate a fine, microscopically complete railroad. There the Vag has found the mountain grades, the yards, the freight trains, and the Limiteds...
...exuberant figure of Walt Whitman, Salut an Monde (see cut), showed a new ease with planes and masses. Both made art critics wish for their enlargement to a less inti mate scale, and Wheelock's conception of Old Brooklynite Whitman stirred up local talk of monumentalizing the poet. In Manhattan, meanwhile. Justin Sturm, famed ex-Yale end ('21). ex-novelist. Westport, Conn.'s most popular sculptor, had an exhibition at the Karl Freund Galleries in which a wonderful lack of subconscious or other depth (see col. 2) appeared in several homey, well-finished studies...
...next editorial, Poet Stuart was madder than ever. "I couldn't write an editorial about Dictator Joe Bates with out getting slugged in the head," he explained, "in one of the most unfair method ever used on a man. . . . Without boasting, by using fists and skull and without weapons of any sort, I can whip Amos Allen on less street-space in Greenup than the length of his body. . . . The blood I shed from the three wounds was more than a quart. . . . For every drop of blood I shed - yes, for every red, sticky drop - I shall write...