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Prologue Or... The Second Cremation Of Shelley, Lawrence C. Fleckenstein
Prologue Or... The Second Cremation Of Shelley, Lawrence C. Fleckenstein
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"The members, five in number , (one stated beforehand that he would be late), remarked that the muse was their inspiration and that all apple-judging must begin with an invocation. A picture hanging on the wall portrayed the muse as a cross-legged dwarf, sitting on a cloud with four arms. I asked one of the judges what the four arms were for. "Why", said he, "One is to enable the muse to cover his eyes while judging, the other to hold the apple while his mouth was engaged in …
Sonnets To Pyrrus, Lawrence C. Fleckenstein
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The Heady Reds And Golds, Gordon Judd C.S.B.
And The Bright Lights Flashed..., Donald Dorschel
Esse Est Coesse, David Cleary
Setebos To Caliban, Robert Kleinhans
Puritanism And Graham Greene, Frank Salamone
Puritanism And Graham Greene, Frank Salamone
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"The introduction to the recent Time edition of The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene makes a familiar charge against the author. The editor, however, does not lend the repeated generalization its usual venomous twist; indeed, he praises Greene for the wrong reason. The charge is that Greene is a hater of the material, that he despises man's "body" and loves the spiritual in man, that he has a neo-Augustine loathing of sexual union. This observation may be true of Greene's other works. It certainly is not true …
"Two", Lawrence C. Fleckenstein
Purple Kites, Thomas Mckague
Purple Kites, Thomas Mckague
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"I often recall my kite-days. Whenever the city streets seem to fill up suddenly with wintry people, whenever my business takes me through hustling, friendless sections of town, I let my mind wander back. Whenever I begin to look into every face, I see with suspicion. Whenever I find myself categorizing everybody into neat pidgen-holes, labelling this one a competitor, that one a sucker, the other an out-and-out enemy, then I know it is time to go back to the deserted playground with Runner (we called him Runner then …
A Greyhoundish Pombe, Pete Hraber
The Dynamics Of Poetry, Robert Rossi
The Dynamics Of Poetry, Robert Rossi
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"The poet does not, cannot, waste words. He is, for the most part, devoid of digression, those sideroads so common, and so enjoyable to the writers of prose. Thus, his use of language is direct, intense, evocative--in a word, electric. Within the core of poetry flashes the electrification of language."
Announcing: New Letters Of Shakespeare, Leo A. Hetzler C.S.B.
Announcing: New Letters Of Shakespeare, Leo A. Hetzler C.S.B.
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"It is with great excitement. we announce the discovery of a part of the correspondence of William Shakespeare, hitherto unpublished. Thus it is our small literary publications play a role in great literary discoveries that shake the world of criticism. These letters actually have been on display in the British Museum for the past two centuries, but as part of Sir William Davenport's Postal Service collection; the reverse side with the postal seal was all the public had seen. Some thanks is due to Bertin Southgate, K. G., whose …
A Borrowed Opulent Fluorescence, Pete Hraber
The Spector's Path, Dave Fisher
The Attempt, A. M. Fisher
The Attempt, A. M. Fisher
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"He walked down streets of neon light and pavement black, streets of infinite length whose dimension was limited only by weaving cracks and arresting curbs. Signs of metal and signs of glass were all about him, shrieking their pointed messages into his vacuum of dark and disorder. Everywhere and everything was a cacophony of noise and light, presented as a whirling, sound-filled kaleidoscope to which he clung with desperate tenacity. Night-light, car-light, sign-light, street-light; night-noise, street-noise, car-noise, man-noise. He read one sign that said bar and ladies invited and …
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