Word: rhymed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...others, they hardly merit close attention. Richard Sommer, a tutor in English, might be excused for his erratic rhyme schemes and his stammering metrics, if he had not labelled The Soldier a villanelle. There is, I submit, no point in pretending to a strict form if one violates it as flagrantly as Sommer does. If Sommer wants a proper category for this contorted piece, he might choose "virelay," defined as "a song or poem esp. with an intricate or monotonous rhyme scheme...
...voice cries out for your attention. Stephen Sandy has written two new poems. The first, The Castor Bean Garden, is easily the most worthwhile item in this Mosaic, and also the most competent, well-pruned poem I have read in a Harvard publication. Sandy's intricate patterns of internal rhyme and his lush, but controlled alliteration give his poem just the the right form to complement his subject matter, which is the opposition of careful symmetry and undisciplined luxuriance. His second piece, Shoppers' World, struck me as slightly out of focus, but it still shows enough skill to outdistance...
...Elks Club. Finally came the Big Audition-with Tommy Oliver's band at the Deauville country club in Santa Monica, and the Big Click. A demonstration disk played for Warner Bros. record company resulted in her first album, Positively the Most, a title artfully designed to rhyme with Drost. But Joanie had already decided the Drost was dross as far as names went, tried out Joan St. Clair, Joanie Post, and finally decided-for no particular reason-on Joanie Sommers. Says she: "I can't think of myself as anybody else now, even...
...Felicia Lamport. She briskly suggests that By Love Possessed might well have been written "by Henry James, gulled, cozened." She wonders if spacemen are headed for the "lunar bin." She worries about that poor fellow "who felt his old Krafft ebbing." She is a master of the line rhyme, as when she notes primly that "The refined mind/ Will conceal zeal." To get at the diseases of man, she scrubs up, pulls on rubber gloves, and performs delicate logogastrectomies: "The if in the gift is the motive of the giving...
...Russia, no poet need starve if he can hack out odes extolling "socially useful" goals. In revolt against sloganeering paeans that read like Pravda set to rhyme, hundreds of Soviet writers privately turn out poems about lovemaking, maladjustment, and other concerns of the soul neglected by seven-year plans. They call such extracurricular outpourings "poetry for the desk drawer," because it is unproletarian and unpublishable. Yet one of the most revealing aspects of Russian evolution since Stalin has been the growth of the desk drawer...