Word: weisbuch
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...half of the issue (it starts from both back and front and reads into the middle like a high school humor magazine) is devoted to the poetry of Mark J. Mirsky, David Landan, and Thomas Weisbuch, all Harvard undergraduates. Mirsky's poems are mostly short, tight sketches, upon banal subjects, revealing a certain sensitivity, but constantly becoming fouled in their own language. There are technical errors in many of these poems, inaccuracies of expression, inconsistencies in metaphor (even louts, when angry, do not grin, etc.) and a rough, amateurish quality in word choice. There is, however, a certain crude gentleness...
...poetry in the issue, Thomas Weisbuch's Five Poems are the most competently constructed, although two, Prayer for Beasts and The Yo-Yo, are awkward and obvious. The other three are carefully designed, with an impressive easiness of rhythm. They are not particularly presumtuous, an attribute to which many may object, and they fulfill their purpose adequately, though without brilliance...
...English Department has announced winners of the annual poetry contest sponsored by the American Academy of Poets. Jonathan Aldrich '59 has received the $100 first prize from the Academy, while Arthur Freeman '59 is runner-up. William L. Coakley '59, Thomas B. Weisbuch '61, and Donald T. Wesling '60 received Honorable Mention...
There is in the pages of Henry IV another incarnation of disorderly glory as eminently actable as Falstaff himself: Harry Hotspur, who is both the noble avatar of chivalry gone out-of-date, and a very young man full of appealing foibles. In this role Thomas Weisbuch is properly brisk and explosive, but even from Row D his words are often hard to understand; worse, he lacks both the charm of boyish buoyancy that should make Hotspur irresistible, and the trumpet-tongued grandeur requisite to his mounting "esperance...
...Thomas Weisbuch, like Sandy, contents himself in "The Last Letter to Monsieur Falbriard" with tracing a neat image, although the poem suffers from one or two technichal mistakes, confusions of grammar and image. Still, Weisbuch is capable of turning phrases as clean as "The grass that blazed/Each morning out by my window." He is the only undergraduate printed in this issue...