American Wizards

[perezoso]

I met Don Van Vliet a few times. BTW you are not Foolish Paeter are ya?

He's a trip though quite unstable. Frail. I hear he's near muerto now. I m not such a fan of all of his noise. Some say he's a great artist. Perhaps. I think he's a bit mad. The Fowler Brothers also did much of the musical arrangements for later stuff, at least for the horns. I am writer not musico. Don's lyrics are interesting I guess though....ok i do crank up Dalis Car once a year

[Marksman45]

Yeah, I'm foolish_Paeter
Changed my name 'cause I felt that name was too odd and I got tired of explaining it

Beefheart still rocks my face off
I've lost my Trout Mask Replica, though, which pisses me off

I'm big on noise, but then I don't hear things the way ordinary humans do. That part of my brain is "dysfunctional." CAPD they call it, "central audio processing disorder."

[Lightning Rod]

zoso

I met the Captain once. In Dallas. He let me spit in his harp.

I went to school with the Fowler Bros at North Texas.

I don't claim phony degrees.

[Doreen Peri]

I've never witnessed you claiming any degrees at all, Lightning Rod. You've studied at some fine institutions, but no degrees can be associated with your name. And that's just one more thing we have in common.

[Zlatko Waterman]

How about a degree of decency and generosity?

I will award him that.

--Z

[Doreen Peri]

Yes. Let's award him that. Good thinking, Zlatko!

He's got a degree of both....

[Marksman45]

Alright, doreen & Zlatko, you posted on this thread, so I'm calling you out : whaddya think of the poem?

[Doreen Peri]

well, Mars, i was reticent to reply to the poem itself because every time I reply to your poetry, I have to praise it highly and I was afraid if I did it again, your new hat wouldn't fit you any more.

Most of your poetry is music to me, as all good poetry should be, in my opinion... this one is no exception.

I wished we lived closer to each other or had audio recording capabilities so we could send tracks back and forth because I would love to do the vocals and add some piano and record this piece and a few more of yours, collaborating with your music and vocals, as well.

You use assonance and consonance, rhythm and meter, so darn well, it begs to be spoken.

One of my most favorite recordings is of your "Newcircle" poem... I *heard* it when I read it and I had to speak it... too bad the recorded quality sucks.... What I loved about that piece was the pure fantasy of it ... it could mean so many things... and the sounds of the language making rhythm with itself. It lent itself to slowing down and speeding up and slowing down again and accentuating the lyrics in certain places, just like this one does.

Keep on keepin' on... You've got a bright future in lyrics and music composition..... You're only missing one thing.... someone who matters in order to promote you..... like a record label.

Hope your hat still fits.

[Marksman45]

Just tried on the hat, it still fits :)

Music in the words is really what I go for, the words themselves are secondary
and the fantasy is a big part; I basically write either love poems or strange fantasy poems

By the way, have you heard the new version of "Blackhat Leatherboot Zombi Jamboree"?
And "Showdown"? (new song, came out kinda Nick Cave meets Lewis Carroll meets Sergio Leone)
There's downloads here: http://www.angelfire.com/indie/btw/prod/dashg-adv.html

[perezoso]

though they might get some toes a tappin' on talent night at Tweeker's, mages set to rhythm are not poetry.....

one string hobo died for yr sins, said a Lady of the whirlwinds

[Marksman45]

My poetic roots are found in the Anglo-saxon poetry, the impression and fire language. The content comes from the hills and lakeshores, barbed wire and dead trees, crows and cardinals, daffodils and briars, rolling plains, sunsets, cow bones, and everything else dark and/or beautiful about the country out in The Sticks where I've lived most of my life

For me, poetry is all about sound & shapes, and it's essentially the same thing as music
Doesn't matter what it's about
meaning is peripheral

[perezoso]

Rhythm is certainly an important part of poetry, but I do not think it is the essence of poetry; or rather there are different approaches the poet can take. Pound distinguishes between logopoeia, melopoeia, and phanopoeia, and I think you are mostly taking the melodic approach (melopoeia), with some imagistic aspects, but the Logos should not be just dismissed as if he were some big hellenic bull in the china shop....


The authentic poet is aware of tradtional themes, and my own view is that the poet ( to take an example sure to upset some--Shelley) must be a bit of a philosopher as well. Lacking theme or logos poetry often becomes just jingle-jangly lyrics which may entertain but which are lacking gravitas or historical relevance.
Dionysius is the progenitor of music and lyricism or ecstasy, but Apollo is the father of order, of cool reason, and form......

don't ignore the Sun

[Marksman45]

I suppose I'm just a bit of a Modernist, art-for-art's-sake-wise

I don't see the point of putting <i>logos</i> into art; it seems to end up sneaking into a lot of my stories, but it's very rare that I do it intentionally

Actually, I don't see the point of philosophy other than in a personal sense. I get all my philosophy from myself.
I took a philosopy course once, and I was excited about the potential. But I flunked out because I was bored out of my gourd. Everything in the reading was just ideas and concepts and things that I'd already been over in my personal meditations

And I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with logopeia, it just ain't what floats my boat. I don't need art to make me think, I'll do it myself. (Of course, I'm also very self-centered in a lot of ways)

And as far as Apollo's concerned, I'm in love with disorder. I think 90-degree angles cause cancer

[Totenkopf]

And as the sunflowers rise,
there's a bird in the skies
"Hollowbone, black-and-white"
Shout out loud, vitriolite
Dreams cut crossways, vent divine vectors
significantly divine rays claw dust.

Fly on the daddy-o, man...............
Whaa happened to this phreak? He could sling some.......................