The witch that came (the withered hag) To wash the steps with pail and rag Was once the beauty Abishag, The picture pride of Hollywood. Too many fall from great and good For you to doubt the likelihood. Die early and avoid the fate. Or if predestined to die late, Make up your mind to […]
Robert Frost (1874-1963) is considered one of the United States’ most central poetic voices. Although his work is best know through its depictions of rural New England, his poems also spoke in a modern voice often concerned with psychological complexity. Frost served as U.S. Poet Laureate from 1958 to 1959. President John F. Kennedy, at whose inauguration Frost delivered a poem, said, “He has bequeathed his nation a body of imperishable verse from which Americans will forever gain joy and understanding.”
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The real Elvis is American, remember, and America is a consumer society. The desires we project, the stuff we buy—that is what feels real to us. It lets us have any Elvis we want. He left plenty of kitsch in his wake, plenty of pseudo-religion, plenty of Elvis jokes—but he was not, is not, a joke. He lived our contradictions, released our inhibitions, and lost himself in the process.