Word: poetic
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
THIS IS THE ARTISTIC BEAUTY of Hazzard's style; an elegant and controlled prose that, carefully dispassionate and particular, nevertheless evokes an atmosphere of intense emotion. The writing is clean, sharp, and brilliantly metaphorical, with a tendency toward hesitation and qualification, a beautiful refinement of diction that results in poetic prose...
David Moore in the title role is the crown jewel in this showcase of performances. In his first dinnertable scene, Moore displays a seemingly effortless command of MacLeish's verse. He makes the most poetic images sound as natural as daily conversations, vivifying their beauty. Even in his brief moments of arrogance and self-congratulation, Moore's J.B. is a charmer, firmly taking grasp of the audience's sympathy and holding it until the play's final moment. As his life heads recklessly down the path of disaster, he clings to his belief in God's goodness...
...somewhere contain his icons for the female and male genitals, as isolated from sensual context as the biologist's symbols, and just as unvoluptuous. Male phalluses are always limp, and female vaginas sharp-edged and abstract, even when surrounded by flaring flames. "The sex organ has a poetic power, like a comet," Miró says. Those figures - sometimes gay, sometimes grotesque - that posture against fathomless space are what Miró's latter-day disciples have most tried to imitate. But Miró could not care less. He still feels himself as an explorer. A series of canvases that...
...life, Miró loved to put poetic titles on his pictures. Example: The Nightingale's Song at Midnight and Morning Rain, 1940. Find the nightingale? The song? The rain? The viewer may never puzzle out any of these challenges, but he will have been forced to let his imagination investigate the whole of the picture...
...risky venture as best in these postlapsarian times. Awash in his hard-won Catholic faith, T.S. Eliot spun Murder in the Cathedral in 1935 out of the stuff of the ritual he was preoccupied with and the metaphysical poetry he esteemed. Since then, its readers have appreciated its poetic merit, but its audiences have sat uncomfortably as paradox and conceit flew by, just out of their grasp...