Word: spokes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...spoke also of the extinction of ego, the ability to lose yourself into what you're writing poems about, to become like the haiku artist-the bursting of silence, the frog into the night pond, the sound of one hand... And all of this in an age of writing focussed so compulsively inward! In the tradition that extends from Eliot to Lowell and those between, most poets write of themselves, in a style which Bly calls the reporting of "news of the human mind." Involved, ego-centered, almost embarrassingly self-aware, many contemporary poets seem to live to reveal...
Then, almost as a tease of an answer from out of the infinite west, Richard Brautigan came a week ago and read spacey little one-liners that laughed in the now-vulnerable face of "serious" poetry everywhere. American literature at its most libertine spoke, ruthlessly mocking the discipline and care of poetry along with the paralyzing limitations that have admittedly been placed upon it. The line between space and sloppiness, like the one between innovativeness and perversity, grew tenuous. With Brautigan, things were looking grim for those of us who were counting on salvation in looseness and space...
...Just Couldn't. According to the survivors, who spoke to newsmen last week at their shabby refugee camp at nearby Son My, the operation was grimly efficient. The inhabitants, who had a long record of sheltering Viet Cong, scrambled for cover around 6 a.m. when an hour-long mortar and artillery barrage began. When it stopped, helicopters swooped in, disgorging C Company's three platoons. One platoon tore into the hamlet, while the other two threw a cordon around the place. "My family was eating breakfast, when the Americans came," said Do Chuc, a 48-year-old peasant...
...this production, as soon as Hermione began her flirtation, the lights, formerly white, flashed to a muted blue. Hermione and Polixenes froze in their mutual endearments, and Leontes spoke his lines with deliberate, careful and muted rage...
Time, when he spoke his significant fourth act words, was seated on a throne enclosed in a cube of glass which had previously been behind the rear wall. Before Time spoke, the middle lower portion of the wall moved and this cube advanced the considerable distance out to the lip of the stage. Time, black, and, true to the sound of both his voice and name (Alton Kumalo), exotic, spoke without moving his body...