tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post3429867507600142022..comments2024-03-28T05:13:13.921-04:00Comments on Books, Inq. — The Epilogue: Let's not forget technology, though ...Frank Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410473158808750903noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post-34367478801604045232007-05-31T18:27:00.000-04:002007-05-31T18:27:00.000-04:00ORWELL 1946"On Politics and the English Language."...<A HREF="http://www.resort.com/~prime8/Orwell/patee.html/" REL="nofollow">ORWELL 1946</A>"On Politics and the English Language."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post-13236137825877103212007-05-31T17:39:00.000-04:002007-05-31T17:39:00.000-04:00The Curtain is Falling POEM OF THE WEEK becomes a ...The Curtain is Falling <BR/>POEM OF THE WEEK becomes a victim of the internet.<BR/><BR/>The TLS "Author, Author" poem by Gavin Ewart<BR/> <BR/> <BR/>After twenty-seven years, the curtain is falling on the TLS's legendary "Author, Author" quiz, in which readers are invited to identify the sources of the three quotations which follow. Competition No 1,351, in next week's paper, will be the last; and those who have written to the paper recently to complain that with the advent of the Internet they can solve the puzzle in sixty or seventy seconds, will have their sacrificial offering. <BR/> <BR/>Aside from its merits as a quiz, however, the best examples of "Author Author" have offered a particular reading experience like that of a tripartite poem. The effect is well caught in a bluish little poem of January 1988 by the late Gavin Ewart. All answers to Ewart's quiz will be wrong.<BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/> <BR/>The TLS "Author Author" poem<BR/> <BR/>Readers are are invited to identify the sources of the three quotations which follow, etc etc<BR/> <BR/> <BR/>1 He gave a yell of screaming as he fell<BR/>And made his way to that untrammelled pinklit Hell!<BR/> <BR/>2 The snowdrop heads were bowed and falling,<BR/> The crocuses were golden-loose,<BR/>The Easter Vision was appalling,<BR/> The sap was Spring's unbidden juice,<BR/>As in the Church each came to each,<BR/>While random waves beat on the beach.<BR/> <BR/>3 When she went<BR/>down on him<BR/>O! what a fall<BR/>it sure was<BR/>hardly what i<BR/>expected <BR/> <BR/>GAVIN EWART (1988)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com