Reviews for The bootstrap and finite population sampling

The average rating for The bootstrap and finite population sampling based on 2 reviews is 3 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2014-11-08 00:00:00 Greg Carnevale A Different Beat provides a selection of writing from the many overlooked women of the Beat Generation, including: Elise Cowen, Diane di Prima, Sandra Hochman, Lenore Kandel, Joanne Kyger, Fran Landesman, and Margaret Randall ... Elise Cowen... At the acting class The perfect paper daffofil Upstages us all - pg. 27 Diane di Prima... 1 what are you. thinking. at night/these nights/night when (unsleeping) the red. the hills where you walk. and who could tolerate that sky. 2 what blue is that your eyes your lumpy shirt while you. stand. slumping in dawn light (same blue) and from your hands the cadmiums run, shouting. - For Zella, Painting, pg. 50 Sandra Hochman... I gave my life to learning how to live. Now that I have organized it all, now that I have finally found out how to keep my clothes In order, when to wash and when to sew, how To control my glands and horny moments, How to raise a family, which friends to get Rid of and which to be loyal to, who is Phony and who is true, how to get rid of Ambition and how to be thrifty, now that I have Finally learned how to take off the mask And be nude in my secret silence, That life is just about over. - Postscript, pg. 66 Lenore Kandel... I have seen the junkie angel winging his devious path over cities his greenblack pinions parting the air with the sound of fog I have seen him plummet to earth, folding his feathered bat wings against his narrow flesh pausing to share the orisons of some ecstatic acolyte The bone shines through his face and he exudes the rainbow odor of corruption his eyes are spirals of green radioactive mist luminous even in sunlight even at noon his footstep is precise, his glance is tender he has no mouth nor any other feature but whirling eyes above the glaring faceless face he never speaks and always understands he answers no one Radiant with a black green radiance he extends his hollow fingered hands blessing blessing blessing his ichorous hollow fingers caressing the shadow of the man with love and avarice his wings and rides the sky like an enormous Christian bat and voiceless flies behind the sun - Junk/Angel, pg. 105 Joanne Kyger... The eye is drawn to the Bold DESIGN the Border California flowers nothing promised that isn't shown Implements: shell stone Peacock - Tapestry, pg. 140 Fran Landesman... Don't cry baby, it's only a movie It's only a picture show Look and you'll see all the buildings are cardboard That's only white sugar snow Don't cry baby, that would isn't bleeding It's only tomato sauce Don't get upset when they're pounding the nails in It's only a cardboard cross The wind machine keeps grinding The thunder's just a drum The film does on unwinding And will till Kingdom come Don't cry baby, when somebody leaves you The script called for him to go Just remember it's only a movie It's only a picture show - It's Only a Movie, pg. 150 Margaret Randall... Here we can listen to nightfall and blow in the ears of sunsets while the earth staggers through an open door. - Number 5, pg. 186

Review # 2 was written on 2020-11-08 00:00:00 Margaret Kyle read this in seattle, right after my time in bali doing writing workshops with anne waldman, wanted to find out more about her work and the context of her work. i had kind of hated beats because of how male centric it all was. this book led to me discovering diane di prima, and she was such a good way into the whole beat thing, her and anne.