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...Clive Davis, former czar of Columbia now making a comeback with Arista Records, picks her out of the ruck of New York City cult figures and decides her rock and roll is worth the Big Play, assuming it's carefully cultivated like a wild plant in a hothouse. Her rock grew out of her poetry readings and it's angry poetic rock. About such prime time subjects as homosexual rape near deserted high school lockers to the tune of Land of a Thousand Dances. A whole herd of stud boys surrounds Johnny by the lockers and his head is getting...
...early minutes of the game, the pack rolled over the B.C. scrum in a 50-yard drive to the five-yard line. Scrum half Dave Barlow snatched the ball from a loose ruck and snuck it across the line for Harvard's first four points...
...pity, however, something that cannot be said about the verses turned out by scores of young poets who write in the confessional mode. Suffering, after all, is universal, and confessing it carries a certain social prestige. Precisely because it is so tempting, few poetical practitioners rise above the general ruck. One who does is Anne Sexton, 42, who has carried readers with her in and out of mental hospitals, through marriage to a Boston executive, two children and sundry passions. In her most recent volume, she writes in "For My Lover, Returning to His Wife...
...account of Louis' incomparably complex dealings is a model of grace and clarity. At times the fog of Gallic intrigue grows almost too thick for any but the most attentive reader. But it is a tribute to the author's skill that despite the staggering ruck of events and the gulf of years that separates us from his protagonist. Louis comes through not as a monster but a comprehensible human being, fleetingly attractive and always impressive. If he sometimes resembles a Mafia Don organizing Newark, fair enough. Louis XI didn't want love, he wanted power...
...tale of a working-class yob who decides to chuck it all and live a little. He says ta-ta to his spouse and house, toddles off with a well-educated wench, ends up in Algeria running guns to the rebels and imagining he is out of the ruck and into the luck. Sillitoe was always a careless writer, and now that he is crassly cashing in, he is grossly sprawling out. He is inaccurate: "They were attracted like two magnets in a field of iron filings." He is prolix: "Frank kicked him, a hand cracking on flesh...