Word: greenwich
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Harold is a writer. Although rejected by the Advocate (a local magazine devoted to literature), he sold a poem to a Greenwich Village little magazine for a free subscription, and an article (under a psuedonym) on trailer-camping to a Western magazine for $120. That $120 has to sustain him for the summer, at the pace of a dollar...
...story reads like a parody of Victorian melodrama. O'Neill once explained that he had trained himself as a playwright by reading "nothing but plays, great plays, melodrama" until "he was thinking in dialogue." Agnes, the convent-educated daughter of a painter, met him in a Greenwich Village joint called "The Hell Hole." As he saw her home that same evening, he said in a low, sure voice: "I want to spend every night of my life from now on with you. I mean this. Every night of my life...
...becoming O'Neill's wife (as she did soon afterwards), Agnes automatically became his leading lady as well. Their joint act swung endlessly between tragical melodrama and slapstick farce, was happiest and steadiest whenever they left Greenwich Village behind and settled in Provincetown or New Jersey. Then O'Neill would shed the trembling toper and turn into the contented craftsman, in bed by 11 every night, at work sharp at 9 in the morning. He so hated to be interrupted in his work that he would hide in a closet when company came...
...little" magazines have fallen on thin times. Published in Paris attics or Greenwich Village cellars, printed on butcher paper, and usually as short-lived as May flies, little magazines were the focus and the forum of the experimental '20s, awaited by literati with breathless interest for the latest chapter of James Joyce, the newest obscurity of Ezra Pound, the next outrageous typographical innovation devised by e.e. cummings...
Empty or Vital? The seekers merged as a group in 1948, when they formed "The Club" for artists only, met in a loft in Greenwich Village, debated: "What is abstract art in the good sense?'' "How do you know when a work is finished?" "Why put a title on a painting?" Though no agreement was reached, each artist found his canvas recording a battle royal in which the brush strokes, drippings and splatter were visual records of his ordeal...