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iceinyourmusicYour free tip of the day. Contact lenses and cold coffee don't work well together, somehow.
I can only guess it says something about how commonplace the beat poetry has become in modern culture: that this is the first time I've really read any of it, and yet it looks fairly obvious that, formwise-soundwise, Ginsberg has influenced my aesthetic goals more than anyone (in what I'd think I ought to do if I did, and when I did (ha!), not so much in what I might think the best in theory). When he writes "i walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a southern pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry", then that is exactly it. And so it's Harms for content and Ginsberg for form then, and what an odd combination, and yet how oddly oddly boring. (How odd to be reading both the same week.)
we all float down here: Putting the Squick Back Into RPF. Or, some of the stories do. But I guess it might say something about fandom (by which I mean fandom in general) that so many of them, even when sincerely upsetting, simultaneously read like badfic parodies. Still, worth checking out.
Yeah so anyway, my life is really this tangled (web-)design of constellations of holding patterns. I need to start finishing what can be finished, discarding what is ready to be discarded, and getting on with what is current, instead of hanging on to everything and branching endlessly out and out, for sheer fear of the future; this applies to the clothes in my closet and the old receipts in my wallet as well as to the personal life and the university horror. Is true.
Apropos: stopped by to wrap things up (for now) at work. Spent half an hour on the phone with the address service - expensive but smoothly, sleekly convenient. And I guess it's one more sign of conditioning by popular culture that I immediately wanted to call them again, anonymously, and ask about my own address, to have my assumed existence confirmed.
But, of course, I didn't, and haven't yet.
PS. When bosslady says: you've lost weight. are you too poor to afford food. should I pay you more. Then what the hell can you say to that. Esp. since you've really just gotten fatter and fatter like a water balloon about to about to burst of late.
I can only guess it says something about how commonplace the beat poetry has become in modern culture: that this is the first time I've really read any of it, and yet it looks fairly obvious that, formwise-soundwise, Ginsberg has influenced my aesthetic goals more than anyone (in what I'd think I ought to do if I did, and when I did (ha!), not so much in what I might think the best in theory). When he writes "i walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a southern pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry", then that is exactly it. And so it's Harms for content and Ginsberg for form then, and what an odd combination, and yet how oddly oddly boring. (How odd to be reading both the same week.)
we all float down here: Putting the Squick Back Into RPF. Or, some of the stories do. But I guess it might say something about fandom (by which I mean fandom in general) that so many of them, even when sincerely upsetting, simultaneously read like badfic parodies. Still, worth checking out.
Yeah so anyway, my life is really this tangled (web-)design of constellations of holding patterns. I need to start finishing what can be finished, discarding what is ready to be discarded, and getting on with what is current, instead of hanging on to everything and branching endlessly out and out, for sheer fear of the future; this applies to the clothes in my closet and the old receipts in my wallet as well as to the personal life and the university horror. Is true.
Apropos: stopped by to wrap things up (for now) at work. Spent half an hour on the phone with the address service - expensive but smoothly, sleekly convenient. And I guess it's one more sign of conditioning by popular culture that I immediately wanted to call them again, anonymously, and ask about my own address, to have my assumed existence confirmed.
But, of course, I didn't, and haven't yet.
PS. When bosslady says: you've lost weight. are you too poor to afford food. should I pay you more. Then what the hell can you say to that. Esp. since you've really just gotten fatter and fatter like a water balloon about to about to burst of late.
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Date: 2004-09-30 08:26 am (UTC)I haven't read much of the Beats either, but I like them (of course?). I think Ginsberg works even better for me in lines than in whole poems.
should I pay you more. Then what the hell can you say to that.
The answer is always "yes".
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Date: 2004-10-01 05:34 am (UTC)(I really have no opinion at all about the Beats as a whole yet, apart from Ginsberg's sound-pattern, but yes.)
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Date: 2004-09-30 01:17 pm (UTC)Haven't read enough of the Beats. I really must. I like what I have read.
(Had good class on Södergran today. Are the Finnish works on her less biographical/psychological in nature?)
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Date: 2004-10-01 05:38 am (UTC)