Word: rude
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...sounding too much like a critic," but at other moments talked offhandedly of Pascal ("The spirit doesn't have any business denying things in the realm of fact"), St. Augustine ("The soul is complete in every part of the body"), and Pasternak. It was almost as if the rude irreverence which characterizes books like Paul Carroll's anthology of The New American Poets, the things James Dickey says about "the distant and learnedly distasteful tone of Eliot or the music scholarliness of Pound" were being warded off for a while longer, if only to recall The Beautiful Changes (1947, Wilbur...
Oriana's victims react with predictable outrage. "Dirty liar. Rude little bitch!" Fellini called her in the course of his interview. Nevertheless, the egotists invariably say much more than they plan to. Oriana managed to bring to the surface Nguyen Cao Ky's latent anti-Americanism: "I've never thought that the white race is a superior race-on the contrary. You have to realize that the future is here among us, not among you whites. America should not be called 'the New World' any more; it should be called 'the Old World...
...people have been rude about Hector Berlioz," says English Conductor Colin Davis, and he wishes they would quit. Alas, poor Berlioz has suffered more than his share. In 1829, when he was 25, he submitted his passionately theatrical piece for soprano and orchestra, Cléopâtre, to the Prix de Rome committee. It was rejected with a scolding from one of the judges, who said, "You refuse to write like everybody else. Even your rhythms are new. You would invent new modulations if such a thing were possible." The story goes that when Gioachino Rossini was shown Berlioz...
...Rude? Surly? Nasty? I find that people on the streets are far more polite and friendly than they used to be, and about one in 20 is no longer afraid to look...
...something in O'Neill refuses to be belittled. It is as if his greatness lies in his will to be great. His passionate intentions, in fact, become his talent-a rude, almost barbaric thrust that can seize a blase Broadway crowd and wring it dry, half from fatigue, half from an emotional buffeting that no other American playwright ever inflicted on an audience. O'Neill could do what only a major artist can do: make his public share in the life of his private demons...