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1 day ago · [12] [19] Because of her family's wealth, Arbus was insulated from the effects of the Great Depression while growing up in the 1930s. [12] Her father became a painter after retiring from Russeks. Her younger sister became a sculptor and designer, and her older brother, the poet Howard Nemerov , taught English at Washington University in St. Louis and was appointed United States Poet Laureate .
Jul 22, 2024 · Diane Arbus (born March 14, 1923, New York, New York, U.S.—died July 26, 1971, New York City) was an American photographer, best known for her compelling, often disturbing, portraits of people from the edges of society. Diane Nemerov was the daughter of Gertrude Russek and David Nemerov, proprietors of a department store.
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Jul 22, 2024 · Vance did not grow up in Appalachia, but in suburban Ohio, in a house in a neighborhood considered "middle class" at the time he was growing up. He took golf lessons and also went to Yale for law ...
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4 days ago · Howard Nemerov. Mr. Hoffman's poetry [in An Armada of Thirty Whales] is extremely detailed in its observation of nature, and his clams and snails and pears and whales yield intricate parables by ...
Aug 2, 2024 · SOURCE: "Macleish and Viereck," Partisan Review, Vol. XX, No. 1, January-February 1953, pp. 115-120. [ In the following excerpt from a review, Nemerov describes The First Morning as an uneven ...
Jul 29, 2024 · Poetry - Imagery, Metaphor, Rhyme: In the fourth book of the Odyssey Homer tells the following strange tale. After the war at Troy, Menelaus wanted very much to get home but was held up in Egypt for want of a wind because, as he later told Telemachus, he had not sacrificed enough to the gods. “Ever jealous the Gods are,” he said, “that we men mind their dues.” But because the gods work both ways, it was on the advice of a goddess, Eidothea, that Menelaus went to consult Proteus, the ...
Jul 13, 2024 · The Vacuum. The house is so quiet now The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet, Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth Grinning into the floor, maybe at my Slovenly life, my dog -dead youth. I-ve lived this way long enough, But when my old woman died her soul Went into that vacuum cleaner, and I can-t bear To see the bag swell like a ...
