Happy Thanksgiving. Wonderful one night stand in DC, which I wish I had the energy to recap. Maybe tomorrow? For now, I've been on an insane Pogues kick.
The Pogues w/ the Dubliners, "The Irish Rover"
The Pogues w/ Kirsty MacColl, "Fairytale of New York"
The Pogues, "If I Should Fall From Grace w/ God"
The Pogues, "Body of an American" (live on SNL)
The Pogues, "The Sick Bed of Cuchulain"
The Pogues, "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda"
The Pogues, "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"
Nick Cave, "The Ship Song"
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
While reading around some things, came across Pound's description of Lenin, where he says basically that the man has never written a sentence that is of interest in and of itself, but that he is still of use and interest to the serious writer because he invents a new genre of writing that is located somewhere between action and writing. I really like this notion, or at least this type of formulation. Most cross-hybrid writing I find very boring, often because it is so sterile by being so comfortably writing (I know, could I be more vague or generalizing). But the notion of a writing that is a hybrid of writing and some other mode of behavior or being, that opens up for me a way of discussing say Stein or Zukofsky that I might not have before, both being I think instances of a writing that is located somewhere between writing and immediate perception.
Posted by TT at 8:22 PM