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Philip Freneau The Poet of the Revolution A History of His Life and Times By Mary S. Austin Edited by Helen Kearny Vreeland Great-granddaughter of the Poet DEDICATED TO THE PATRIOTIC SOCIETIES OF AMERICA |
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THE NEWSPAPER VERSE
An Edition and Bibilographical Survey
By Judith R. Hiltner
I.
The majority of Freneau's known poems, which were col-
The edition includes, in chronological order, the earliest
[...] Among the several collected texts of Freneau's poems
In addition to the original newspaper texts and subsequent
Several of Freneau's poems, for instance, were written in direct |
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Philip
In the past thirty years, scholars have
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excerpted from the book flap Philip Freneau
Champion of Democracy
BY JACOB AXELRAD
A graduate of Princeton, he was the roomate
Ardently devoted to liberty, he believed him-
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That
A STUDY
By LEWIS LEARY
Philip Freneau failed in almost everything he attempted. It was
But this does not mean that Freneau shall be forgotten. He re-
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The New York Times
April 27, 2003, Sunday NEW JERSEY WEEKLY DESK
It is as good an explanation as any. Otherwise, why would three of the last four Pulitzer Prize-winning poets come from New Jersey, including the most recent recipient, Paul Muldoon, an English professor at Princeton?
''Maybe we have an All-Star team growing here,'' C.K. Williams, a Pulitzer Prize-winning colleague of Mr. Muldoon at Princeton, said in a recent interview.
Besides Mr. Williams, the 2000 winner, and Mr. Muldoon -- who was awarded the Pulitzer earlier this month for his collection '''Moy Sand and Gravel'' -- there was Stephen Dunn, a professor at Richard Stockton University, who was granted the award in 2001.
Amazingly or coincidentally or both, the list does not end there. Yusef Komunyakaa, another Princeton professor, won the Pulitzer in 1994.
Not to forget Robert Pinsky, the country's poet laureate in 1997-98, who grew up in Long Branch and graduated from Rutgers. As if those were not credentials enough, his most recent book of poems was entitled ''Jersey Rain.''
''Maybe there is something in the water,'' Mr. Williams joked.
While there is no 21st-century New Jersey school of poetry as there were, say, Impressionist painters in 19th-century Paris or Elizabethan playwrights in 16th- and 17th-century England, surely there has been a passel of poets from the state.
Philip Freneau, a Monmouth County native and a roommate of James Madison's at Princeton, is widely considered the father of American poetry.
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excerpted from The New York Times May 7, 2003, Wednesday EDITORIAL DESK
Whose Side Is Bush On?By Richard Norton Smith ( Op-Ed )LAWRENCE, Kan. --[...] Consider the 1790's, when a raw republic was convulsed by foreign turmoil and the president's cabinet was polarized around two secretaries. Then it was a pro-French secretary of state and the Anglophile secretary of the Treasury: the former a slave-owning aristocrat who lived on a mountaintop and proclaimed himself a friend to humanity; the other a self-made elitist with a Calvinist belief in original sin, and no shortage of personal experience to vindicate his faith. Like fire and frost, Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton were temperamental opposites whom not even George Washington could reconcile. Practicing negative politics long before it had a name, each man enlisted journalistic proxies to take his case public. To edit The National Gazette, Jefferson drafted Philip Freneau, a minor poet whose verse held less appeal than his polemics. Ostensibly hired as a State Department clerk, Jefferson's mouthpiece converted his newspaper into a battering ram directed at the administration that employed him. Not to be outdone, Hamilton served as midwife to The Gazette of the United States. Using a variety of pseudonyms, the government's chief fiscal officer savaged his cabinet rival, whose popular image as ''the great, modest, retiring philosopher'' masked ''the intriguing incendiary, the aspiring turbulent competitor.'' President Washington paid three dollars a year for the privilege of seeing himself vilified in Freneau's paper as a dupe of King George III and a captive of Hamilton. He may have been the first, but Washington is hardly the last American chief executive to be depicted as a bit player in the drama of his own presidency, shunted to the wings by more dynamic actors. In truth, of course, he was anything but. Only a leader of Washington's self-assurance would have permitted Hamilton and Jefferson their street brawl. Desperate to buy time for the new nation to attain a position from which to defy Old World powers, Washington wanted above all to stay out of Europe's murderous quarrels. By humoring his fractious ministers, he not only got two opinions on every issue, he also delayed the formal onset of party warfare, keeping both men in his official family long after they wished to be free. The political general had not lost his touch. [...]
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