I don’t know what to make of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land (and perhaps never will), but F.L. Lucas’ 1923 New Statesman review is enjoyably devastating. A poet and scholar, Lucas would during World War II come to work as … Continue reading
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At the Lincoln Memorial —By Archibald MacLeish Within that door A man sits or the image of a man Staring at stillness on a marble floor. No drum distracts him nor no trumpet can Although he hears the trumpet and … Continue reading
Greek Architecture —By Herman Melville Not magnitude, not lavishness, But Form—the Site; Not innovating wilfulness, But reverence for the Archetype.