1935 poem with one word per line / SUN 5-10-15 / Comic impressionist David / Mad magazine cartoonist Drucker / Branded footwear / Counterpart of Aurora / Internet troll intentionally / She's courted in courtship of Miles Standish / 1990 Mike Leigh comedy drama / Mountain to mountain transport / Sch with Manchester campus / Walk with swaying hips
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Constructor: Jacob Stulberg
Relative difficulty: Medium-Challenging
THEME: "Literary Circles" — "THE LOCUST TREE IN FLOWER" (3D: 1935 poem with one word per line … as spelled out by this puzzle's circled letters) a poem by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS (15D: Writer of 3-Down), is spelled out, in its entirety, in circles in the grid:
- BROKEN RIB
- BRANCH OFF
- EGG WHITE
- "LIFE IS SWEET"
- MAY I SEE
- OVER AGAIN
• • •
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS chapter yet, though), and I just started "How to Be Drawn," the new book of poems by Terrance Hayes (which arrived in my mailbox two days ago). Earlier this year, I devoured "Citizen" by Pomona College professor Claudia Rankine (worth it for the Serena Williams poem/essay alone), as well as "Why Brownlee Left" by Paul Muldoon and "Brown Girl Dreaming" by Jacqueline Woodson. I am teaching 17C poetry right now (final exam on Tuesday). So, I thought I liked poetry. And I think I still do. But this puzzle, man … OK, first: this poem is not famous enough to carry a Sunday puzzle. Sorry, WCW aficionados, it's just not. WCW's wikipedia page doesn't even mention this poem. When you google "William Carlos Williams," here's what google suggests... :
The Locust Tree in Flower (First Version)
again (from poetry foundation)
ANGERERERERERERER? SALIENCES? IRONERS? EIDERS? ELLIOTTOTTOTTS? So many ugh-some plurals—and soooo many cheater squares, you'd think filling the grid well would've been possible. This thing is hyper-black-squared, and yet I'm still left to deal with a mess of ANAT GST AAA MSN etc etc etc. I've literally never been to an ANGELO'S pizzeria, despite their alleged "common"-ness.
I appreciate the desire to bring some poetry into the grid. I do. Hurray for the spirit of the thing. But the thing itself. Forgive me. It was inedible. So bitter. And so cold.
Signed, Rex Parker, King of CrossWorld
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