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...also painted. Though born and raised in Ohio, Bellows had coastal roots -- his grandfather was a whaler at Montauk on the eastern tip of New York's Long Island -- and the Atlantic was as fundamental a source of imaginative nourishment to him as it had been to Melville or Whitman. "We two and the great sea," he wrote to his wife in a moment of romantic exaltation, "and the mighty rocks greater than the sea . . . Four eternities." There are times -- as in the wonderfully ineloquent An Island in the Sea (1911) -- when Bellows' vision of the coast, a primal geological...
...Harvard--Becky Gaffney (3), Liz Berkery (2),Megan Colligan (2), Sarah Downing (2), Brooke Early (2), Buffy Hansen (2), Sarah Winters (2), Francie Walton (1); Rutgers--Heather Jones (4), Jodi Deem (1). A: Harvard--Berkery (1), Downing (1), Walton (1); Rutgers--None. S: Harvard--Sarah Leary 6; Rutgers--Tara Whitman...
Unsurprisingly, Berger idolizes Walt Whitman, another writer-lover, for beginning the democratization of art. When art rejects elitism, it "achieves...a spontaneous continuity with all of mankind. It is not an art of the princes or of the bourgeoisie. It is popular and vagrant." In this spirit, Berger spins his own stories...
...vulgarity of a man who kisses his wife too loudly, a man who drops his "h"'s and speaks with the accent of a true-blue Cockney. He has the reverence for learning of a man whose own education has been rudimentary, and he gleefully refers to Ibsen, Walt Whitman and Kipling with would be casualty. Unashamedly unfaithful to his wife, he has no qualms about attempting to seduce the dashing Polish aviatrix who has dropped into his greenhouse, and into his "evergreen heart...
...these nine square miles than anywhere else in the world. This was the home of the Victor talking machine, Campbell's soup and the Esterbrook pen. In the cavernous shipyards, 35,000 men once toiled, hammering out eight vessels at a time. Bard of it all was Walt Whitman, whose spirit trembled at the call of an industrial giant that thrived on the energy, poetry and power of machines. Whitman loved the noise of Camden, and his poems sang the glorious, churning, clangorous, whirlwind mess...