Word: poeticizing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Rimbaud was the classic beautiful boy, whose fatal charm somehow carried within itself the seeds of disaster. Yet this boy, who stopped writing poetry at 21, reshaped the poetic idiom of his time, and left his imprint on the generations to come. For Rimbaud perfected, if he did not invent, the prose poem, into which he poured the visions of fiis subconscious: "I have stretched ropes from belfry to belfry, garlands from window to window; gold chains from star to star, and I'm dancing." Today, the influence of Rimbaud is visible in the works of such diverse poets...
Robards reveals a brilliant sense of comedy and timing as Murray. He not only wrings the humor briskly from each line, but handles Gardner's serious, poetic commentary on the advantages of childishness with matter-of-fact clarity. Barry Gordon plays the precocious one good-naturedly, thus steering clear of Clichesville...
...every point, moreover, the actors are supported by Bergman's impressive cinematic skill. His script is a marvel of elision, speaking most eloquently in what it does not say. His photography is both poetic and worshipful. In every frame of the film the still light of subarctic summer silently instills an aspect of eternity, a sense of the presence of God. But as always, Bergman's interest centers in his metaphysical insights. In Through a Glass Darkly he proposes one of the most dreadful and most significant symbols he has ever imagined: the Spider God. Many moviegoers will...
...Abominable Snowman. In the work of Allen Ginsberg, the only projective poet who gives evidence of important talent, excrement is of the poetic essence. After eight years on the bum, Ginsberg sat down at 29 and wrote Howl, a sort of abstract-expressionist Waste Land that established him overnight as "the Abominable Snowman of modern poetry." (Like that's the most, man.) Howl is an astounding screed, an interminable sewer of a poem that sucks in all the feculence, malignity and unmeaning slime of modern life and spews them with tremendous momentum into the reader's mind. Moloch...
...beats have not managed to set their dirty metrical feet inside the ivory tower of respectable poetic tradition. On the entirely tenable theory that a beard does not make a bard, the leading literary periodicals (Partisan Review, Kenyan Review, Hudson Review, Sewanee Review) have firmly refused to print action poetry. U.S. poetry is still unshakably dominated by the couth crowd...