I could draw Bloom County with my nose and pay my cleaning lady to write it, and I'd bet I wouldn't lose 10% of my papers over the... next twenty years. Such is the nature of comic-strips. Once established, their half-life is usually more than nuclear waste.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The alienation effect in German epic theater is achieved not only through the actors, but also through music (chorus and song) and... sets (transparencies, film strips, etc.). Its main purpose is to place the staged events in their historical context.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh,... The zebra strips along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Death cancels everything but truth; and strips a man of everything but genius and virtue. It is a sort of natural canonization. It... makes the meanest of us sacred--it installs the poet in his immortality, and lifts him to the skies. Death is the greatest assayer of the sterling ore of talent. At his touch the drossy particles fall off, the irritable, the personal, the gross, and mingle with the dust--the finer and more ethereal part mounts with winged spirit to watch over our latest memory, and protect our bones from insult. We consign the least worthy qualities to oblivion, and cherish the nobler and imperishable nature with double pride and fondness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you,... Take the neon lights and make a crown, Take the Lenox Avenue buses, Taxis, subways, And for your love song tone their rumble down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;... Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That is to say, he writes the worst English that I have ever encountered. It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me ...of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm (I was about to write abscess!) of pish, and crawls insanely up the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »