Word: sibyl
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...strangely ungrateful for this wealth of observation. Moore's narrator is Tassie, a rootless 20-year-old who signs on as a nanny with an unconventional couple who have adopted a baby. Moore totally overpowers Tassie with her brilliance--observing and recording with the laser eyes of an ancient sibyl, not a Midwestern undergraduate with low self-esteem. As the drifts of perfectly turned moments mount up about the reader's shoulders, along with a corresponding paucity of dramatic incident, forward motion becomes increasingly difficult. Moore is a great writer, but you wish that every once in a while...
...oriental trip an old soothsayer told me my fortune,” wrote Sibyl Moholy-Nagy in 1943. “Toward the end he bowed in a stagey manner and said in French: ‘Madame, you are one of the few chosen women.’ ‘Why?’ I asked. ‘Because you shall have a vie complete—a complete life.’”Professor Hildegarde Heynen of the Katholieke Universiteit Leuven in Belgium and a current fellow at the Radcliffe Institute is completing...
When everyone was tired, cranky, and cracked out (like Achilles?), Caitlin and Kelly delivered beautiful pages (like Ceres?) to shroud our oft-shoddy content (like Sibyl?). Every week, they dressed mutton (arnea) as lamb (amnos). We can’t say thank you enough...
...Waste Land was a deeply unoptimistic, un-Christian and therefore un-American poem, prefaced by the suicidal words of the Cumaean Sibyl, "I want to die." It is, we could say, the first Euro-poem. In its desolation at the breakup of the Judeo-Christian past, the poem turns for salvation to the Buddha and his three ethical commandments: Give, Sympathize, Control. But on the way to its ritually religious close ("Shantih, shantih, shantih"), it films a succession of loveless or violent or failed sexual unions--among the educated ("My nerves are bad tonight") and the uneducated ("He, the young...
...intense images--funny, monstrous and laden with anxiety, rendered with a kind of desperate verve. "I find I can paint pretty young girls," he remarked, "yet when it is finished I always find they are not there, only their mothers"--more likely his own mother Cornelia, that coarse dockland sibyl...