Karlheinz Stockhausen Classical Born: 22 August 1928, Kerpen, Germany Nationality: German Died: 5 December 2007, Kürten, Germany
Stockhausen was a composer and is widely acknowledged as one of the most important, but controversial, composers of the 20th and early 21st centuries. Stockhausen is known for his groundbreaking work in electronic music and the introduction of controlled chance into serial compositions
Fanaticism? No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what you will do; generating excitement– a fever in the victim– pitcher, catcher, fielder, batter. Victim in what category? Owlman watching from the press box? To whom does it apply? Who is excited? Might it be I?
It’s a pitcher’s battle all the way–a duel– a catcher’s, as, with cruel puma paw, Elston Howard lumbers lightly back to plate. (His spring de-winged a bat swing.) They have that killer instinct; yet Elston–whose catching arm has hurt them all with the bat– when questioned, says, unenviously, “I’m very satisfied. We won.” Shorn of the batting crown, says, “We”; robbed by a technicality.
When three players on a side play three positions and modify conditions, the massive run need not be everything. “Going, going . . . “Is it? Roger Maris has it, running fast. You will never see a finer catch. Well . . . “Mickey, leaping like the devil”–why gild it, although deer sounds better– snares what was speeding towards its treetop nest, one-handing the souvenir-to-be meant to be caught by you or me.
Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral; he could handle any missile. He is no feather.”Strike! . . . Strike two!” Fouled back. A blur. It’s gone. You would infer that the bat had eyes. He put the wood to that one. Praised, Skowron says, “Thanks, Mel. I think I helped a little bit.” All business, each, and modesty. Blanchard, Richardson, Kubek, Boyer. In that galaxy of nine, say which won the pennant? Each. It was he.
Those two magnificent saves from the knee-throws by Boyer, finesses in twos– like Whitey’s three kinds of pitch and pre- diagnosis with pick-off psychosis. Pitching is a large subject. Your arm, too true at first, can learn to catch your corners–even trouble Mickey Mantle. (“Grazed a Yankee! My baby pitcher, Montejo!” With some pedagogy, you’ll be tough, premature prodigy.)
They crowd him and curve him and aim for the knees. Trying indeed! The secret implying: “I can stand here, bat held steady.” One may suit him; none has hit him. Imponderables smite him. Muscle kinks, infections, spike wounds require food, rest, respite from ruffians. (Drat it! Celebrity costs privacy!) Cow’s milk, “tiger’s milk,” soy milk, carrot juice, brewer’s yeast (high-potency– concentrates presage victory
sped by Luis Arroyo, Hector Lopez– deadly in a pinch. And “Yes, it’s work; I want you to bear down, but enjoy it while you’re doing it.” Mr. Houk and Mr. Sain, if you have a rummage sale, don’t sell Roland Sheldon or Tom Tresh. Studded with stars in belt and crown, the Stadium is an adastrium. O flashing Orion, your stars are muscled like the lion.
Marianne Moore Born: 15 November 1887, Missouri, USA Nationality: American Died: 5 February 1972, New York, USA
Moore was a modernist poet, critic, editor, and translator. Her poetry is best known for its formal innovation, precise diction, wit, and irony. Moore was nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1968
Into the sky, the lark is on her wing As now in her joyful play, she ascends As to the earth, her happy song descends And from in the field, I hear her voice sing So to my heart her pleasure she can bring Now that through the air her joy winds and wends A sense of happiness slowly transcends As she soars the clouds doing her own thing
I stop my walk to listen for a while Even though she flies beyond my eye’s sight I know she’s there and makes me glad to smile For her singing fills my heart with delight And I walk on across the field and stile A happier man than I was last night
Her song of joy so bright For a few minutes, my pleasure to hark The singing of such a beautiful lark
Dancing to Miles 1985-86 Neo-Expressionism Oil on canvas The Broad Art Foundation, Santa Monica
In ‘Dancing to Miles’ Condo presents a myriad of figures in a Cubist style. The colours of brown and black marry with a feel of the improvisation of the Beat movement and Jazz.
George Condo Neo-Expressionism Born: 10 December 1957, New Hampshire, USA Nationality: American
Condo is a visual artist who works in the mediums of painting, drawing, sculpture, and printmaking. He currently lives and works in New York City