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...canvas with uncanny grace and energy. But his fellow Abstract Expressionist Willem de Kooning (1904-97) brought into painting a new sense of the contradictions of American culture and made erotic poetry out of them. De Kooning, the "slipping glimpser," as he called himself, was open to a constant stream of momentary impressions: smiles from Camel ads, shoulders from Ingres, pinups and Raphael--high and low, everywhere. In this way he became a bridge to a younger generation of painters, chiefly Jasper Johns and Robert Rauschenberg, who carried forward his exploration of the American vernacular...
...song, a slight ballad by Friedrich Rueckert (the same one who made Mahler's masterpiece possible), was the evening's first jewel. As an astute listener remarked, "Dass sie hier gewesen" (That she was here) was ravishing because Goode wove in Upshaw's calm melody among a gently insistent stream of suspended fourths. The last of the five, "Der Musensohn" (The Muses' Son, a poem by Goethe), was a vehicle more for Goode's talent than Upshaw's--his capricious part intimated one of his upcoming Brahms solos. Unfortunately, the lace of technical difficulty left him free...
Martin Feldman, tobacco analyst at Smith Barney, estimates that an additional tax today of 50[cents] a pack would curb cigarette sales by 8%. That would be O.K. with investors, who would gladly accept a smaller revenue stream so long as profits were protected against lawsuits. But any big increase above that starts to make the industry's economics go awry, including its 30% operating margins. I have no idea where the breaking point is but there surely is one. To me, $300 billion is a lot of money, no matter who's paying. If Big Tobacco can afford...
Their heads are bowed at their desks like the flowers I have given them. This is an in-class writing assignment: write a page on what the flower smells like. It is an exercise in stream of consciousness for my students at Long Island University's Southampton College. The school is small and unadorned, spread out on a rise overlooking a bay; it is about to come in to flowers of its own in the reluctant spring thaw...
Write what it smells like; go into the past; follow your nose. This is what you will do as writers. You will plunder the past to explain the present and make the present more intense. Think of stream of consciousness as a detour off the path of the narrative. Go where it takes you, and when you get back, the main road will have changed...