Friday, January 30, 2009

Life, friends, is boring; or: if you get tired of the new avant-garde....



11 comments:

Anonymous said...

I realize this is a bit off-topic (and I love The Dream Songs), but I think there would be strong interest for this among Don's readers. So I just wanted to share this web site I only found out about yesterday.

It is the site of my former Milwaukee roommate John Beadle, with whom I'd lost touch for many years (he's still in Milwaukee-- he's been building motorcycles at Harley Davidson for nearly three decades). Already, back in the 80s, when we were living together and selling The Militant newspaper at plant gates at 6 AM, he had an astonishing collection of African records. For four or five years he had a weekly African music radio show on a public station in Milwaukee, can't remember the call letters now. And now his collection, this is no exaggeration, is one of the most important on the planet. He is married to a woman from Nigeria, so he's been going over there annually for many years now, bringing back the latest, and also the obscure oldies.

Anyway, please check this out, and drop him a note of appreciation for this wonderful and long labor of culture work.

http://likembe.blogspot.com/

Kent

Lemon Hound said...

What I love about this is the distance between Berryman and what he's talking about. It's both more passionate, immediate, and large and intellectual. Sort of why someone like Anne Carson seems so refreshing after the small circular worlds of so much contemporary poetry.

Which bores me.

michael robbins said...

I don't get Ms. Hound's post. The Dream Songs are not passionate, immediate, large, intellectual?? Ya kidding? Hast read them? O, read them. Most ridiculous thing I've ever heard: for if someone came up to me & said, yo, gimme passionate immediate large intellectual poetry, I'd be all like uh uh uh Dream Songs! Berryman! Jesus! This is what I truly pity: the habitualization & internalization of fake demarcations such that one is actually blind to those wiggly creatures that blow those dotted lines to cotton candy.

Also, how drunk is Berryman? Sheesh.

Lemon Hound said...

Hey Ms. Robbins,
Hm. Not sure I mentioned the Dream Songs. But thanks for the enthusiasm.

Sheeh encoure.

ms. robbins said...

well, uh, he's talking 'bout the dream songs & you said distance tween what he's talking 'bout. so yeah.

brian a j salchert said...

Poems can accommodate variant readings. I sometimes use an accent unlike my own when I read to myself a poem I have written.
In one case, because I felt the poem's content required it, I wrote it in a dialect unlike mine.

I am familiar with the poems in these videos, but not as the author of them is/was. I never thought to read them as he did; yet, my sense of them was enriched by the distanced way he read them.

michael robbins said...

dude is totes skunked.

Lemon Hound said...

Oh to have a little space between the moment of seeing/reading and the moment of clamping down one's response and filing it under useful to me, not useful to me and? Wait, no other category?

I think this leads back to knitting.

lemon robbins said...

Not sure if (or why) that's directed at me; my confusion was both perfectly understandable, given what you wrote, & unrelated to questions of utilitarian value. Questions I always avoid in aesthetic discussions: read anything I've written in the real world, not in throwaway comments on blogs.

Lemon Hound said...

Mr. Robbins,
I'm not sure either. Are you the you, am I the you? Sounds like we should be swapping poetry instead of words.

I thought I was quite clear in my posts. Love the vids. Mea culpa and such.

michael robbins said...

me too, Lemon Hound. mea culpas all around! let there be commerce between us, or whatevs.