Sad news. One of the amazing actresses of the Fifties, Anne Francis, has died. Her key films include Bad Day At Black Rock and Blackboard Jungle (both 1955), and of course Forbidden Planet, one of the greatest sci-fi films of all time, and still the most canonical, with its marriage of Freud and Prospero. In the Sixties she entered a whirlwind of TV guest appearances in all the great shows, Dr. Kildare, Mission:Impossible, The Invaders, Columbo, Cannon, Banacek, - but no Star Trek, sadly.
When you open your mouth to speak, are you smart? A funny question from a great song, but also, a good one, when it comes to poets, and poetry. We tend to have a very ambiguous view of intelligence in poetry, one that I'd say is dysfunctional. Basically, it goes like this: once you are safely dead, it no longer matters how smart you were. For instance, Auden was smarter than Yeats , but most would still say Yeats is the finer poet; Eliot is clearly highly intelligent, but how much of Larkin 's work required a high IQ? Meanwhile, poets while alive tend to be celebrated if they are deemed intelligent: Anne Carson, Geoffrey Hill , and Jorie Graham , are all, clearly, very intelligent people, aside from their work as poets. But who reads Marianne Moore now, or Robert Lowell , smart poets? Or, Pound ? How smart could Pound be with his madcap views? Less intelligent poets are often more popular. John Betjeman was not a very smart poet, per se. What do I mean by smart?
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