Word: rosee
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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According to the poem, Stalin is only pretending to be dead. "Inside his grave," cries Evtushenko, "I envisage a phone" whose wires lead to Albania's Strongman Enver Hoxha. In a clear allusion to Rose-Fancier Vyacheslav Molotov, the poem says that some of Stalin's other heirs "prune roses in retirement, and secretly consider retirement only temporary." Some secret Stalinists "curse Stalin from the podium; but then, by night, they long for the old days." To foil their ambitions, Evtushenko pleads...
...crack at the British still is sure to wow the crowds. Last week, KANU's ambitious Secretary-General Tom Mboya, 32, rose at a rally to lash out at the government because it imported the Duke and Duchess of Kent to inaugurate Nairobi's new television station. "It's disgusting that they should open the center when Kenya has six million Africans with their own leaders," huffed Mboya. "All around us were white faces, and we were only little black specks on the scene...
...Latin Americans rose to speak and vote, U.S. Secretary of State Dean Rusk looked squarely at each ambassador. Said Guatemala's Carlos Urrutia Aparicio: "This is no hour for limp diapers and half-measures-we move now for history." One by one, 19 nations voted "aye" to the resolution. Only little Uruguay, lacking instructions from home, abstained. And when the word came from Montevideo, Uruguay made it unanimous...
...lecture about and call the duende, an energetic Andalusian daemon of black sounds that supplements (and stomps on) mere form and technique in art--especially in Spanish art. "The arrival of the Duende... gives a sense of refreshment unknown till then, together with that quality of the just-opening rose, of the miraculous, which comes and instills an almost religious transport." Blood Wedding, I would imagine, expects the daemon to emerge in the performance...
...Duende has stayed away from the Loeb this week. The play is supposed to hang heavy with the ceaselessly repeated and almost unendurable symbolism of sex and death: blood, horses, water, rose, carnation, snow--blood in particular, because blood is the center of the tragedy's force. It is the link between generations, and is therefore also the past, the necessity to procreate, the vendetta--the entire culture that comes together at the wedding and presumably makes Leonardo's defeat heroic and inevitable. In the face of all this formidable blood, the H.D.C. production's cast seems faintly embarrassed...