Word: sorrowed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...dictée, as every French schoolchild learns to his sorrow, is a dictation exercise full of traps for the unwary. Prosper Mérimée, author of the original Carmen, once offered a 248-word specimen as a test at the imperial court in Compiègne, and Napoleon III committed 75 errors. (Empress Eugènie made only 62.) Nothing much has changed since then in the stern regulations governing how the French teach their language to their children. Grading is fierce (more than five mistakes on a dictée bring a zero...
Bare Ruined Choirs grew out of sorrow. It is the complaint of a Catholic who loved the Church of his boyhood, but who knows well that the old Church couldn't survive. The old Church was at least beautiful, built on a beautiful liturgy and a set of symbols which only the Catholic could understand the importance of not chewing the Communion host don't chew baby Jesus"), altar boy assignments at crazy hours "when God was a morning woozily began under candles: "JMJ's (for "Jesus Mary and Joseph") at the top of Schoolwork the sign of the Cross...
...modest collection. Still, Walter Benjamin, unpacking his library, noted that "the chance, the fate, that suffuse the past before my eyes are conspicuously present in the accustomed confusion of these books." And there is, embedded in such infirm companions, a subtle aura, reminiscent of the sorrow which leaps up from the pages of old photograph albums: it could be called the aesthetic composition of a moment in time, where all the properties of a retrieved past appear in the present eidetic, solemn, and ill-at-ease...
...have, these volumes reside on the shelves like orphans; and I act as their self-appointed guardian. What justifies such a posture? The conviction that Rosenfeld's novel, Passage From Home, identifies taxonomies of natural phenomena which coincide with mine: Chicago, the lives of the Jewish urban intelligentsia, family sorrow; that in the journalistic, feuilleton-like reflections of literature collected in The Age of Enormity, a musuem of modern life has been opened where the meditations of a typical educated reader in our time await inspection; and that the stories. Alpha and Omega, reverberate with an awareness of that event...
...still recovering from the shock of reading the editorial by James Muller in this morning's paper (Dec. 5). After two and one half years of more-or-less regular Crimson reading. I had given up hope of ever reading a thoughtful, intelligent editorial. My sorrow at seeing such a record of consistent performance marred is more than balanced by my delight in reading Mr. Muller's piece. He is to be congratulated, both for his thinking and his courage to express himself. But tell me, who slipped up and let someone so wise get on the Crimson staff...