Horace G. Lunt (1918–2010)

POINTS OF INTEREST
• Nowhere are we going to find an area of the land where the people speak so purely and so correctly that we can take their dialect for the literary language.
• But in the evening, especially on Thursday and Saturdays, the tedium of existence was forgotten, and the gray, impersonal workers changed in to literary personalities, independent and free.
• Common to most was a refusal to accept oversimplified intellectual definitions, an aversion to rhetoric and insincerity, and a horror of literary imposture and philosophical speculation.
• Poetry tries to make its essence inversely proportional to its impersonation in meter and imagery.
• A common subject was the condition of contemporary man, his inner self and his attitude to life.
• They found themselves on the boundary between two epochs, their lost past and the unknowable future, forced to live in the empty interval separating those hostile worlds.
• Man, a little man, a zero looks ahead in perplexity. He sees a black void, an in it, like a flash of lightening, the incomprehensible substance of life.
• What formerly would have been taken for spiritual matter was now seen as merely an irresponsible play with capitalized words.
• Having lost their ability to accept half-answers, but at the same time finding no true answers, they were forced to remain alone in the cul-de-sac of their inner life.
• Fate does not put a full stop at the end, but only a blot.
• He delighted in playing with them, making common, trivial words mock their own nature as well as the banality of life.
• Evil for him is probably more attractive than good – at least esthetically.
• He took care to say things as completely as possible with the fewest words possible.
• This spirited verse, full of hopes for a new day, closes the volume.
• Such displacement of accepted concepts seems to cut away the ground from under one, but the uniform rhythm lulls the reader into accepting the new, unfamiliar poetic reality.
• Their vocabulary is highly instrumental in creating their mood of vague, indefinable longings.
• In their poetry everything is clear and nothing is beautiful.
• Half-tones, hints, and unfinished thoughts predominate.
• The universe ceases to be a cozy, sheltered place into which no astral winds can penetrate.
• Man’s desolateness, his loss of faith in former ideals, his anxiety and skepticism, and despite all, his consuming thirst for happiness.
• His work could only have been written by a man who had grown up in Russia, but whose whole period of literary maturation and maturity belonged to the years in exile.… (más)