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		<title>By: Wallace Kaufman</title>
		<link>http://johnesimpson.com/blog/2009/05/robert-frost-grouch/comment-page-1/#comment-15193</link>
		<dc:creator>Wallace Kaufman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 05:24:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Easy enough to understand if you summarize the story:
--Back from Asia comes Mrs. Someone
--She has lots of &quot;art&quot; and a new criticism of America
America, she says, has lost its soul to mass production while Asians do handwork.
--It&#039;s our way of avoiding the spiritual truths of Asia (sound somewhat like all the aficionados of Tibetan culture?)
--America has doomed its soul with skyscrapers and other such material stuff
--to show Asian spirituality she brings home a prayer wheel powered by the flow in her brook
--it uses a primitive engine to mass produce what--prayers!
--we have nothing to teach the Asians about mass production; they already do it with prayers

All this, of course, before the Asians really got started in mass production for Nike and Walmart.  

The poem is a take off on the still fashionable praise of Asians as more spiritual and less material.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Easy enough to understand if you summarize the story:<br />
&#8211;Back from Asia comes Mrs. Someone<br />
&#8211;She has lots of &#8220;art&#8221; and a new criticism of America<br />
America, she says, has lost its soul to mass production while Asians do handwork.<br />
&#8211;It&#8217;s our way of avoiding the spiritual truths of Asia (sound somewhat like all the aficionados of Tibetan culture?)<br />
&#8211;America has doomed its soul with skyscrapers and other such material stuff<br />
&#8211;to show Asian spirituality she brings home a prayer wheel powered by the flow in her brook<br />
&#8211;it uses a primitive engine to mass produce what&#8211;prayers!<br />
&#8211;we have nothing to teach the Asians about mass production; they already do it with prayers</p>
<p>All this, of course, before the Asians really got started in mass production for Nike and Walmart.  </p>
<p>The poem is a take off on the still fashionable praise of Asians as more spiritual and less material.</p>
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		<title>By: Brian H</title>
		<link>http://johnesimpson.com/blog/2009/05/robert-frost-grouch/comment-page-1/#comment-8054</link>
		<dc:creator>Brian H</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 12:50:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Quality and adeptness of communication, whether via words or music or visual shapes, has a lot to do with both focus and sheer skill and adeptness.  It does not have to be an expression of inner personal truth, just very well done.  
&quot;I&#039;m not a doctor; I just play one on TV!&quot; It&#039;s hard for an audience to separate the role from the person, but that&#039;s exactly what makes a superb actor, for example.  Some get famous and wealthy for repeating a single performance with minor variations, as one-note wonders, but its the versatile and multi-faceted ones who are the geniuses.  And they may be nothing like any of those personas when they&#039;re at home.  

So a bitter, agonized, near-martinet like Beethoven can write the inspired Ode to Joy in the advanced stages of lead poisoning and deafness.  But Vienna loved him anyway.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Quality and adeptness of communication, whether via words or music or visual shapes, has a lot to do with both focus and sheer skill and adeptness.  It does not have to be an expression of inner personal truth, just very well done.<br />
&#8220;I&#8217;m not a doctor; I just play one on TV!&#8221; It&#8217;s hard for an audience to separate the role from the person, but that&#8217;s exactly what makes a superb actor, for example.  Some get famous and wealthy for repeating a single performance with minor variations, as one-note wonders, but its the versatile and multi-faceted ones who are the geniuses.  And they may be nothing like any of those personas when they&#8217;re at home.  </p>
<p>So a bitter, agonized, near-martinet like Beethoven can write the inspired Ode to Joy in the advanced stages of lead poisoning and deafness.  But Vienna loved him anyway.</p>
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		<title>By: Space, youth and hope - Justin Webb's America</title>
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		<dc:creator>Space, youth and hope - Justin Webb's America</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 09:46:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] hope. The rest of the world can seem so jaded in contrast. When people carp at America I think of the Robert Frost poem The Importer - sometimes reviled as racist and certainly not fashionable nowadays - that hits back with wit and, [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] hope. The rest of the world can seem so jaded in contrast. When people carp at America I think of the Robert Frost poem The Importer &#8211; sometimes reviled as racist and certainly not fashionable nowadays &#8211; that hits back with wit and, [...]</p>
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		<title>By: John</title>
		<link>http://johnesimpson.com/blog/2009/05/robert-frost-grouch/comment-page-1/#comment-6623</link>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 21:08:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>cynth: I&#039;ve heard that about &quot;real&quot; artists, too, but prefer not to believe it. It&#039;s probably more like... Well, say your family had a beagle when you were growing up. It howled and howled, incessantly. I bet that&#039;s the only dog&#039;s &quot;voice&quot; you&#039;d remember from back then.

Artists may be like pet dogs. The ones with the loudest problems seem to get all the press for the falling-apart of their private lives... but are actually a tiny minority of all successful or expressive artists.

That, plus I hate the idea that I&#039;ve gotta be an S.O.B. if I want to succeed!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>cynth: I&#8217;ve heard that about &#8220;real&#8221; artists, too, but prefer not to believe it. It&#8217;s probably more like&#8230; Well, say your family had a beagle when you were growing up. It howled and howled, incessantly. I bet that&#8217;s the only dog&#8217;s &#8220;voice&#8221; you&#8217;d remember from back then.</p>
<p>Artists may be like pet dogs. The ones with the loudest problems seem to get all the press for the falling-apart of their private lives&#8230; but are actually a tiny minority of all successful or expressive artists.</p>
<p>That, plus I hate the idea that I&#8217;ve gotta be an S.O.B. if I want to succeed!</p>
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		<title>By: cynth</title>
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		<dc:creator>cynth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 17:51:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve always heard that the most expressive artists are found to be either the most maudlin in real life or the real sons of bitches...Of course I can&#039;t think of any examples right now (maybe James Thurber or Charles Schultz). But I wonder if that is the reason they can be both at the same time. If you&#039;ve been a parent you can be the most unfair, mean and cruel person in one minute and the most compassionate of souls the next. That&#039;s the lovely thing about humanity or the worst. Giving birth to your art is draining as so many of your contributors point out, and can leave you with a permanent case of enlightenment of your art/depression of the observation of real life. But such is life, I guess.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve always heard that the most expressive artists are found to be either the most maudlin in real life or the real sons of bitches&#8230;Of course I can&#8217;t think of any examples right now (maybe James Thurber or Charles Schultz). But I wonder if that is the reason they can be both at the same time. If you&#8217;ve been a parent you can be the most unfair, mean and cruel person in one minute and the most compassionate of souls the next. That&#8217;s the lovely thing about humanity or the worst. Giving birth to your art is draining as so many of your contributors point out, and can leave you with a permanent case of enlightenment of your art/depression of the observation of real life. But such is life, I guess.</p>
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		<title>By: John</title>
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		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 10:31:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>marta: I regret to report that &quot;frisky&quot; has in the past been one of my favorite words to describe grownups of both gender persuasions. For this to work, though, you have to say it... uh... &lt;em&gt;rogueishly&lt;/em&gt;, I guess. &quot;Feeling a bit frisky, are we?&quot; And then for ironic and probably over-the-top comic emphasis, do one of those Eric Idle wink-wink-nudge-nudge moves.

moonie: You seem to have so many ongoing side conversations with so many people it&#039;s a wonder you&#039;ve got time for a project to fill in ONE gap in your reading, let alone a whole &lt;a href=&quot;http://fillinthegaps100.blogspot.com/&quot; title=&quot;Moonrat&#039;s (and others&#039;) &#039;Fill in the Gaps 100&#039; project&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;100 in five years&lt;/a&gt;. :)

But I understand what you mean about Frost (and I don&#039;t think it&#039;s just his name). Aside from the tone of the poem above, I was surprised that the book itself was published as early as 1947. Which reminds me, now -- it&#039;s not the first time I&#039;ve needed to be reminded of this: people (especially those who were adults long before I was) are often (always?) nothing like their &quot;public&quot; selves. They have secret histories, and the Santa Clauses among them may have substance-abuse and personality issues, and so on. 

This week would have been Benny Goodman&#039;s 100th birthday, and a recent newspaper account of his life tells us that many of his most loyal band members actually hated working with him, describing him as &quot;the rudest man I know&quot; and such. Trying to match this information with a guy whose music seems (to me) a celebration of joy just, does, not, compute.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>marta: I regret to report that &#8220;frisky&#8221; has in the past been one of my favorite words to describe grownups of both gender persuasions. For this to work, though, you have to say it&#8230; uh&#8230; <em>rogueishly</em>, I guess. &#8220;Feeling a bit frisky, are we?&#8221; And then for ironic and probably over-the-top comic emphasis, do one of those Eric Idle wink-wink-nudge-nudge moves.</p>
<p>moonie: You seem to have so many ongoing side conversations with so many people it&#8217;s a wonder you&#8217;ve got time for a project to fill in ONE gap in your reading, let alone a whole <a href="http://fillinthegaps100.blogspot.com/" title="Moonrat's (and others') 'Fill in the Gaps 100' project" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">100 in five years</a>. :)</p>
<p>But I understand what you mean about Frost (and I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s just his name). Aside from the tone of the poem above, I was surprised that the book itself was published as early as 1947. Which reminds me, now &#8212; it&#8217;s not the first time I&#8217;ve needed to be reminded of this: people (especially those who were adults long before I was) are often (always?) nothing like their &#8220;public&#8221; selves. They have secret histories, and the Santa Clauses among them may have substance-abuse and personality issues, and so on. </p>
<p>This week would have been Benny Goodman&#8217;s 100th birthday, and a recent newspaper account of his life tells us that many of his most loyal band members actually hated working with him, describing him as &#8220;the rudest man I know&#8221; and such. Trying to match this information with a guy whose music seems (to me) a celebration of joy just, does, not, compute.</p>
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		<title>By: moonrat</title>
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		<dc:creator>moonrat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 22:08:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>you know, Lisa Eudaemonia and I have this ongoing conversation about Frost. I think he was pretty crochety and dark (in a wonderful way). Cf &quot;Stopping by Woods,&quot; or just a slightly closer look at &quot;The Road Less Traveled.&quot; Yeah.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you know, Lisa Eudaemonia and I have this ongoing conversation about Frost. I think he was pretty crochety and dark (in a wonderful way). Cf &#8220;Stopping by Woods,&#8221; or just a slightly closer look at &#8220;The Road Less Traveled.&#8221; Yeah.</p>
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		<title>By: marta</title>
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		<dc:creator>marta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 21:44:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Frisky doesn&#039;t come to mind with Robert Frost.  In fact, I don&#039;t think frisky ought to be used to describe any grown man unless he&#039;s really a cat.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Frisky doesn&#8217;t come to mind with Robert Frost.  In fact, I don&#8217;t think frisky ought to be used to describe any grown man unless he&#8217;s really a cat.</p>
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