Word: vividness
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...Rarely have I read such a vivid delineation of an author-poet or otherwise ... I have long disliked "modern poetry" and have avoided it like a plague-prejudiced beforehand, I admit...
...Scared." When Defendant Flaherty took the stand, he pointed out that he had gone no farther than other sportswriters. But his vivid account of the scene in the dressing room was secondhand; he had not visited the dressing room. Flaherty's lawyers read a deposition from Ex-Champion Joe Louis, who said: "It seemed Nova was scared." How could Louis tell? "Well," he answered, "you look another fighter in the face and you know whether he's afraid from whether he looks...
...feature is conspicuously absent in this page of photographs: the glass flowers. Certainly they are the best-known aspect of the Museum. But also, they are one of the less vivid and appealing aspects. Down the hall, up stairs and downstairs from them lie the other museum. To the footweary they sometimes seem almost impossible, their halls are no long. To those looking for specific objects they may seem warehouses instead of display-places. Yet the causal onlooker can find there immense lore and satisfaction
...Return of Joy. His 90 poems, collected in a single volume in 1953, have gone through a spectacular seven printings. Records of his booming readings have become bestsellers (TIME, May 2). Now more scraps of Thomas' vivid prose have been put together and issued in a single volume called Adventures in the Skin Trade and Other Stories, and his letters are finding their way into print. Dylan Thomas is more alive today than any living poet now writing verse...
Even knocking out a clowning letter to New York Poet Oscar Williams, Thomas could not help writing vivid prose. On a plane trip back from New York: "It was stormy and dangerous, and only my iron will kept the big bird up; lightning looked wonderful through the little eyeholes in its underbelly; the bar was open all the way from Newfoundland; and the woman next to me was stone-deaf so I spoke to her all the way, more wildly and more wildly as the plane lurched on through dark and lion-thunder and the firewater yelled through my blood...