6/18/2023 0 Comments The village very village voicey![]() ![]() I can tell you one of my favorite places, which I don’t even know if I should tell you because it’s kind of embarrassing, but one of my favorite restaurants is called La Esquina, which in Spanish means the - you know, I speak Spanish - it means the corner. There was always something funny and sassy, like Michael Musto’s column - my favorite - and then good information about what to do, where to go, what was hip.ĭo you have any favorite parts of New York City? Places to go? Restaurants? And you know, on trips to New York, I would always pick up the Village Voice. So I just called Peter Barbey.ĭid you have a personal connection to the Voice before buying it? The Voice is probably more important than ever. ![]() Besides its reputation for hard-hitting investigative journalism - which is going to be needed in the aftermath of COVID - people are going to want to go out, whether it’s to concerts or festivals or nightlife or food or art or the theater. But I thought, the Village Voice is going to be super important when things start to go back online. Not taking anything away from L.A., which I think is the purveyor of culture in the country. He is the author of, among others, The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers’ Journey Through Curiosities of History and The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem.įor more classic poetry, we recommend The Oxford Book of English Verse – perhaps the best poetry anthology on the market.I kept going back in my head to New York, because in many ways New York is America’s city. The author of this article, Dr Oliver Tearle, is a literary critic and lecturer in English at Loughborough University. Yet despite this, the village possesses a significance beyond itself: it is part of history. This fine poem about a Welsh village by one of the twentieth century’s greatest Welsh poets conveys the feel of a small village where hardly anything happens. Detailing a visit to his ancestral home, the small Somerset village of East Coker, and dwelling on the Tudor communities who once inhabited the land, ‘East Coker’ is the second of Eliot’s Four Quartets and a great modernist poem about the English countryside. ‘East Coker’ is unusual among Eliot’s poems in focusing on the English countryside. Eliot (1888-1965) was born in the United States, he lived in England from 1914 and adopted British citizenship in 1927. Two years later, he would be proved right. Brooke seems to know, from his coffee-shop in Berlin, that its days are numbered. The English way of life described in the poem would be altered drastically in all sorts of ways. The poem captures an idea of Englishness which belongs to the years immediately preceding the First World War, which changed everything forever. The closing lines – ‘Stands the church clock at ten to three? / And is there honey still for tea?’ are well-known and well-loved. This famous poem romanticises a small Cambridgeshire village while Brooke sits in a German café – a sort of updated version of Robert Browning’s ‘Home Thoughts, from Abroad’ for a new generation. Rupert Brooke, ‘ The Old Vicarage, Grantchester’. The poem captures a moment of English summer tranquillity in a few vivid, evocative images and sounds. The setting for this poem is the railway station serving the small village of Adlestrop in Gloucestershire the moment is a day in ‘late June’ – specifically, late June 1914, when Thomas, on his way to visit Robert Frost, noted the summery sounds and sights while the train stopped at the station. The adult Hardy, looking back, cannot believe that such ‘psalming’ did any good but, as so often with Hardy’s poems, there is a wistfulness for the faith he has lost ( compare ‘The Oxen’ here.) Mellstock in Hardy’s Wessex is Stinsford, the small Dorset village where his heart was interred in 1928, and in this poem, Hardy recalls his childhood hours spent at the local village church, singing hymns and psalms. We watched the elms, we watched the rooks,īetween the whiles of glancing at our books, Singing one-voiced a Tate-and-Brady psalm Thomas Hardy, ‘ Afternoon Service at Mellstock’.
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