The Atlantic Volume 118

The Atlantic Volume 118

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ... truth, it seems that the Imagist, having lightly dispensed with verbs, does now omit the conjunctions. If soon the article should disappear, who would guarantee the permanence of the noun? Yet we are a young nation, and if the evolutionary liberties of our even younger literature extend poetic license till the poem consists of punctuation marks alone, there may be thus created an ultra-epic destined to outlive Kultur. In any art, he who formulates and follows the novel theory must be forgiven when his aspiring genius oversteps convention; and, if you think to do better yourself let me ask, in the name of new poetry, 'How many monkeys are you?' PHANTOMS ALL LATE that evening I sat by the Library window, gazing out at the phantoms of ourselves---the faint projection straight out into space of the busy tables of our crowded room. Some trick of the lights within and the snowfilled streets without had thrust our image across the street--not dominant over the world outside, but resting lightly upon it in transparent mirage. The effect was a curious blending of two worlds, as if a strong film were seen moving crudely behind the dim outlines of a weaker print. And in our unconsciousness I seemed to read our condemnation, the proof of the unreality of our world. Down out of the void sifted the snow, alike on the imaged clerk with the Saturday Evening Post, and the unconcerned schoolboy munching peanuts behind his Popular Mechanics. Here and there acrom our cluttered tables, and down our polished floor, shone pools on wet macadam. Suddenly, through the forehead of our chimney piece, jerked the beam of a movingpicture palace; it winked malignly out like a perverse star in Eden, but never an Eve has raised her head from Vogue. Out of more

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  • Paperback | 482 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 25mm | 853g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236930371
  • 9781236930378