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In Lucas, Kansas Samuel Perry Dinsmoor built a “Garden of Eden” containing among other thins trees, sidewalks, fences, flower beds, fish pool, bird and animal cages U.S. flags, a “Goddess of Liberty”, soldier, Indian, animals, birds, a monument showing “The Crucifixion of Labor”, angels, the Devil, Adam & Eve, the Serpent, Cain & Abel and […]

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It Was Black, Black Took.

Black ink best wheel brown. Excellent not a hull house, not a pea soup, no bill no care, no precise, no past past pearl goat. — Gertrude Stein, from Tender Buttons (1914) *** “It’s worthwhile knowing Homer could nod.” — Gerald Finzi to Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1952.  

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Well, let us move on to hear the music. It was being played by the Fugs, or rather— to be scrupulously phenomenological— Mailer heard the music first, then noticed the musicians and their costumes, then recognized two of them as Ed Sanders and Tuli Kupferberg and knew it was the Fugs. Great joy! The were […]

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Friday, April 25- 1913 My peaches sweet: Wednesday night I went to dine Laura Jean Libbey. She didn’t know me from Adam’s off ox and all the while (I went with a newspaper friend) called me Mr. Caeser, which I refused to correct or allow to be corrected. Short, stout, red headed (brick red), genial, […]

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He [Sherwood Anderson] was very unsure of himself; that is why he was never in a hurry with anybody, for it takes a long time to understand– or to misunderstand– people. He never had the American “busy” malady. Nor had Dreiser; if you wanted to see him, he always asked you to come over right […]

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Yes, many’s the night I attended a recital in one of these hallowed musical morgues and each time I walked out I thought not of the music I had heard but of one of my foundlings, one of the bleeding cosmococcic crew I had hired or fired that day and the memory of whom neither […]

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Follow? Red, the Negro shoeshine boy, waits by his dusty leather seat. The Negroes all over wasted Roxbury wait. Follow? “Cherokee” comes wailing up from the dance floor below, over the hi-hat, the string bass, the thousand sets of feet where the moving rose lights suggest not pale Harvard boys and their dates, but a […]

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Bette Davis and Margaret Dumont are in the curly-Cuvilliés drawing-room of somebody’s palatial home. From outside the window, at some point, comes the sound of a kazoo, playing a tune of astounding tastelessness, probably “Who Dat Man?” from A Day At The Races (in more ways than one). It is one of Groucho Marx’s vulgar […]

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Edward Elgar’s “King Olaf” The English Composer’s Cantata Sung By The Brooklyn Oratorio Society The Brooklyn Oratorio Society may have been impelled by ambitions for a hearing in the Borough of New York to cross the river to Carnegie Hall for its concert last evening; but its immediate occasion for its appearance there was the […]

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There are four The Scene Is Now. Co-founder, Minnesota-native and singer Chris Nelson is the greatest city poet since Kenneth Fearing; if that sounds a bold statement, just ask Chain Gang’s Ricky Luanda, who knows. Co-founder, keyboardist and Peter Seaborg Award-winning historian Philip Dray is also from Minnesota; he doesn’t sing and very rarely solos. Guitarist […]

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