The poem… is a little myth of man’s capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see — it is, rather, a light by which we may see — and what we see is life.
Robert Penn Warren via observando
…the train goes fast and is going fast when it crosses a little trestle. You catch the sober, metallic, pure, late-light, unriffled glint of the water between the little banks, under the sky, and see the cow standing in the water upstream near the single leaning willow. 38 more words
All the King’s Men, a remake of an earlier 1940’s Oscar winner based on the novel by Robert Penn Warren, was critically savaged even before its release, with a surprising amount of direct criticism reserved for James Horner’s score, which reviewers derided as “self-important,” “overbearing,” or “melodramatic.” One reviewer even likened Horner’s music to that of… 335 more words