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January 4, 2012 | by

A cultural news roundup.

  • RIP Josef Skvorecky.
  • The Adequate Gatsby.
  • Jay Caulfield?
  • Actors Anonymous.
  • The strange mystery of Michiko Kakutani’s Twitter.
  • The strange experience of eating with Marianne Moore.
  • “By two o’clock on New Year’s Day in this Dickens bicentennial year, I already found myself wishing that either he or I had never been born.”
  • Reading North Korea.
  • Martin Luther online.
  • “The endless malleability of digital writing promises to overturn a whole lot of our assumptions about publishing.”
  • The world’s most expensive book?
  • A good year for the Good Book.


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    1. Joe Carlson | January 4, 2012 at 3:27 pm

      From SHADOW BOX, George Plimpton:

      She made a confused, pleased gesture and then had a sip of her tea. He ordered a bowl of beef soup and a phone. He announced that if she was the greatest poetess in the country, the two of them should produce something together — “I am a poet, too,” he said — a joint effort sonnet, it was to be, with each of them doing alternate lines.

      Miss Moore nodded vaguely. Ali was very much the more decisive of the pair, picking not only the form but also the topic: “Mrs. Moore and I are going to write a sonnet about my upcoming fight in Houston with Ernie Terrell,” he proclaimed to the table. “Mrs. Moore and I will show the world with this great poem who is who and what is what and who is going to win.”

      “We will call it ‘A Poem on the Annihilation of Ernie Terrell,’ ” Miss Moore announced. “Let us be serious but not grim.”

      “She’s cute,” Ali commented.

      A pen was produced. Ali was given a menu on which to write. He started off with half the first line — “After we defeat” — and asked Miss Moore to write in Ernie Terrell (which she misspelled “Ernie Tyrell” in her spidery script) just to get her “warmed up.” He wrote most of the second line — “He will catch nothing” — handing the pen over and expecting Miss Moore to fill in the obvious rhyme, and he was quite surprised when she did not. She made some scratchy squiggles on the paper to get the ink flowing properly. The fighter peered over her shoulder.

      “Terrell should rhyme nicely with ‘bell,’ Miss Moore said tentatively. I could see her lips move as she fussed with possibilities. Finally, Ali leaned over and whispered to her, ” ‘but hell,’ Mrs. Moore.”

      “Oh yes,” she said. She wrote down “but hell,” but then she wrestled with it some more, clucking gently, and murmuring about the rhythm of the line, and she crossed it out and substituted, “he will get nothing, nothing but hell.”

      After we defeat Ernie Terrell
He will get nothing, nothing but hell,

      Terrell was big and ugly and tall

      But when he fights me he is sure to fall.

      If he criticize this poem by me and Miss Moore

      To prove he is not the champ she will stop him in four,

      He is claiming to be the real heavyweight champ

      But when the fight starts he will look like a tramp
He has been talking too much about me and making me sore

      After I am through with him he will not be able to challenge Mrs. Moore.

    2. Nick Moran | January 4, 2012 at 6:22 pm

      If my legacy at The Millions is that #lessambitiousbooks tweet, then that’s actually OK with me.!/The_Millions/status/153927381059518464

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