Compare two reviews of Alfred Kreymborg's chatty group-bio/memoir of the high-flying modernists of Europe and New York in the late 1910s and early '20s. One is Gertrude Stein's book review published in Ex Libris, a magazine put out in Paris. The other, written by Mark Van Doren, was published in the Nation. At right is an image of the Stein review as it appeared in the magazine; click on the image for a larger view.
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Showing posts with label Mark Van Doren. Show all posts
Thursday, October 14, 2010
the way Gertrude Stein wrote book reviews
Compare two reviews of Alfred Kreymborg's chatty group-bio/memoir of the high-flying modernists of Europe and New York in the late 1910s and early '20s. One is Gertrude Stein's book review published in Ex Libris, a magazine put out in Paris. The other, written by Mark Van Doren, was published in the Nation. At right is an image of the Stein review as it appeared in the magazine; click on the image for a larger view.
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book reviews,
books,
Gertrude Stein,
Mark Van Doren,
reviewing
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Folkways liner notes

In 1967, Mark Van Doren made an LP record of his poems - at Folkways. We at PennSound, for a year or so, have had this recording available on our Mark Van Doren page. Just yesterday we added a link to a PDF of the whole 6-page liner notes, a sheaf of stapled 8.5x11 mimeographed pages that were tucked into the LP sleeve--a fairly rare document. None of this would have come about without the kind involvement and permission of Mark's son, Charles Van Doren.
Labels:
audio,
Mark Van Doren,
PENNsound,
poetry
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"I teach horizontally, meaning that while I might begin with a fixed idea of what I'm going to teach that day, I let it drift rhizomatically way off topic, often pulling it back when it gets too far. I rely on non-fixed materials to teach this way; the whole world is at my fingertips. Should I go off on a tangent about John and Rauschenberg and their love relationship as expressed in Rauschenberg's bed, an image of that bed is always a click away. From there, we can head anywhere into the non-fixed universe, be it film, text or sound. And of course, that always takes us elsewhere. As Cage says, 'We are getting nowhere fast.'"
that anyone has yet got the imaginative measure of that terrifying day six years ago. Certainly our Tolstoy has not crawled out of the rubble. The closest we have, Don DeLillo, succeeded as an essayist-journalist ("In the Ruins of the Future: Reflections on Terror and Loss in the Shadow of September,” Harper’s, December 2001) but, to my mind, failed as a novelist ("Falling Man"). One reason, perhaps, is that the remembered emotion was instantly buried under a pile of cultural junk.' - Tod Gitlin in his review of Susan Faludi's The Terror Dream (written for
