The Shakespeare Conference: SHK 10.0309 Tuesday, 23 February 1999.
[1] From: Stephen Holcombe <This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.>
Date: Monday, 22 Feb 1999 21:36:58 -0500
Subj: Re: SHK 10.0294 Listening in on Great Minds
[2] From: Robin Hamilton <This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.>
Date: Tuesday, 23 Feb 1999 08:34:38 -0000
Subj: Re: SHK 10.0294 Listening in on Great Minds
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From: Stephen Holcombe <This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.>
Date: Monday, 22 Feb 1999 21:36:58 -0500
Subject: 10.0294 Listening in on Great Minds
Comment: Re: SHK 10.0294 Listening in on Great Minds
Actually, this might be even better as a description of Harold Bloom.
He was phlegmatic, depressive, richly observant, yet worldly-wise. He
had British Foreign Secretary Robin Cook's fierce, shrewd eyes; the
young Orson Welles' precocious prodigality; Dirk Bogarde or Kevin
Spacey's simmering sexual ambivalence; and the detached, brooding pride
yet contained sensuality of Claude Rains in "Notorious" (1946), James
Mason in "North by Northwest" (1959) and Peter Finch in "Sunday, Bloody
Sunday" (1971).
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From: Robin Hamilton <This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.>
Date: Tuesday, 23 Feb 1999 08:34:38 -0000
Subject: 10.0294 Listening in on Great Minds
Comment: Re: SHK 10.0294 Listening in on Great Minds
>Shelley's "Ozymandias," one of the canonical texts of
>Romantic poetry (a field where the young Bloom made his pioneering
>reputation), rightly asserts that art transcends politics: Art is the
>only thing that lasts, amid the great swirl of nature.
Did anyone else have my reaction to this, that what "Ozymandias"
+actually+ asserts is that all that will be left of great art is a pair
of wellie boots in the sand?
Robin Hamilton