Word: weep
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...services at the U.S. consulate in London. Some 300 young supplicants call on Cadeaux every week. In bona fide emergencies, he lets them call home from the consulate-collect. In Paris, only the seriously injured, the infirm and those with a hardship story good enough to make strong men weep have any hope of parting the consulate from $235 for air fare home and a $40 subsistence allowance. Of the hundreds of hard-luck kids whom consular officers interviewed last year, only eleven passed his truth test. One headache for the U.S. consulate in Rome is youngsters who use their...
...writing, leaving Gregory Corso as his archdisci-ple. At 41, Corso has a tone a trifle less shrill, decorated with more literary allusions, perhaps more varied rhythmically than Ginsberg's. It is still a prosody deriving directly from Walt Whitman, full of "I saw," "I swear," "I weep," "I curse," "I look" and studded with sudden "O's" and exclamation marks...
...built in 1019 by Geoffroy D'llliers Vicomte de Châteaudun. British Biographer George D. Painter points out that one of the wrecked towers "had an unhallowed significance for Marcel: It could be seen from the lavatory where he would retire whenever he needed privacy to read, weep, or make his first experiments in the pleasures of sex-experiments which were not without their heroic side, since he was not sure at first that their rending delight would not be the death...
...rough? I've been waiting for three years for your book to come out. that's a long time but it will be worth the wait if it's a love story. will I cry at the end? don't worry. I cry pretty easily. I used to weep over Father Knows Best...
...what do you know of me? I who lie in this lonely " place beneath the soil, cold as the death I died for no reason nor cause except your hatred. If I could come to you whole, And let you see me. Touch me, know me. Would you then weep for me, you silent patriots? Do you hear the mournful song of a distant bird, the soft and gentle flutter of her wounded wings? Or are you so made of stone and steel no dart of love could pierce the armor of your frozen hearts? Then go, go wave your...