New culture menace
Jan. 23rd, 2018 11:44 amConsumer-driven poetry, i.e., the kind people buy & read because they like it.
I don’t think that, prior to the wide use of the printing press, there was any distinction between poetry and song. It was only when a person could buy an edition of someone’s poems, and read them – not knowing at all how the writer had meant them to sound aloud – that a branch of poetry that consisted of interesting mind pictures could exist.Thanx to File 770
For myself, he opened the possibilities of the language like very few others did, and he opened up the possibilities of America the way nobody else did. He solved all the conundrums of the country and invented new ones. He learned all the country's spells and cast a few of his own. The America he invented is a glorious place and the real one that he improved is better for his having been born. And him? He's still on the road, heading for another joint. Thank god there are still joints. Thank god he's still here to head to them.Charles Pierce wishes Bob Dylan a happy birthday.
Who knows, again, what [Shakespeare's] sonnets are about? Is the bard talking about the innkeeper's wife at Oxford, or about a love affair of a pathological, Y.M.C.A. character?This one would have made it clear.
I sometimes think of Ezra as the Yosemite Sam of poetry. "Ya varmits, I want ya to read Ovid and Dante." I think of T. S. Eliot of the Elmer Fudd. "Be vewy, vewy quiet, I'm saving Western Civilization. Heh, heh, heh." I yearn to become the Bugs Bunny of poetry, but I remain more of a Daffy Duck, a Scarlet Pumpernickel--From the new blog by Eric Wagner, who wrote the excellent Insider's Guide to Robert Anton Wilson. Of course inquiring minds want to know who is the Wile E. Coyote of poetry.