Word: poeticizes
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Fitzgerald's screenplay draws directly on O'Connor's novella, using much of her original dialogue, which is both realistically harsh and softly poetic. And all of the book's strange characters are faithfully recreated: Asa Hawks, the failed preacher disguised as a blind man who begs and steals in the name of Jesus; Sabbath Hawks, his sluttish daughter who falls for Haze; Enoch Emery, the idiot teenage zookeeper who finds a bizarre solution to Haze's search for a new Jesus; Hoover Shoats, the mercenary street preacher who seizes on Haze's Church Without Christ as an exciting...
With Purcell's music lending a touch of formal majesty, the performers move from discord to concord in a progress that sinks deep into the layers of Shakespeare's meanings, to emerge restored and invigorated. Stage movement as much as language becomes a spade they use to unearth poetic ambiguities, in several mimes enacted to bits of Purcell's score: while a soprano sings a mournful aria, Stephen Rowe's Demetrius and Lisa Sloan's Helena wander about in a ghostly love-dance, with Helena reaching for and grasping Demetrius just as he turns away; after the night of illusion...
...poets of the 1890s led him to write lines like "(Oh God!) the wonder of you-" Courtesy of Ezra Pound, he also fell in with free verse and the imagist movement. Poetry henceforth was to be simple, sensuous and direct, images fresh, startling and spare. Cummings proved an apt poetic experimenter, though some of his finest verse, eventually, was traditional...
...need imagination, powerful ideas and vision to make the world go. But we cannot continue to gorge ourselves on fantasy, ignoring the less poetic realities of how damnably snarled and knotted our Government...
...John Skew's "Waiting for the Big One" [Jan. 14] deserves eternal preservation. In southwestern Michigan the situation is abominable. By this time last year we had been blessed with more than 70 in. of white delight. All we have to keep us niphophiles going is the nearly poetic prose of snow aficionados like John Skow...