Word: pureed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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There comes a time when pure frustration builds and breaks out and is ugly. You throw a bottle and it feels good. You say, "F-!" and it feels good. If you can't change it, blow it up. It becomes a very personal and illogical thing. Cops hate the damn Commie kids and the kids hate the damn pigs. We feel horror at death and find ourselves planning it in Weatherman basements. You say America is better than other places in the world. It is better than most, but brother, it's nothing to be proud...
Garrett Birkoff '32, Gordon Putnam Professor of Pure and Applied Mathematics, told the pickets he wanted to go through, but he was refused entrance because he would not identify himself as a non-administrator...
These masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse, or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladder's start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart...
...genius to touch just beyond its comfort. The condition of language at present may be compared, more or less unemotionally, to a stupefied, labyrinthine torture-house, which is nothing but unconnecting hallways, with only one way forward, the floor creeping with pursuant poison to the rear. Keep the words pure and the laws will be just, said Ezra Pound. It's an admonition, not a solution, The only way is poetry, for poets have less rubbish in their heads than other men. They have the power of symbol. Great poets possess the power of sensuous and formal mental penetration attaining...
...extraordinary conclusive beauty of Charmian's farewell to dead Cleopatra, "Ah, Soldier !" Heroic redemption demanded love to be gentle the violence of war, to give action meaning beyond action. Antony and Cleopatra are souls self-consumed and self-created, above the strife of hate and fear and shame, pure in the azure light of a lucid and refulgent sky, open to the sun. They die for love, they die to restore their lost dignity, to attain dignity impossible to other mortals. They die as soldiers and gods and sleepers on flowers...