tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post6169567189768528667..comments2024-01-17T21:01:19.732-08:00Comments on abandonedbuildings: The Commons set 2 / 1-5Sean Bonneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01249091680381502755noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post-1164832218218608832008-12-02T07:09:00.000-08:002008-12-02T07:09:00.000-08:00I like how the sound of the bird, becomes the freq...I like how the sound of the bird, becomes the frequency of the poems subject, a high screech equated with a 'cough' of the alphabet, which gets<BR/>refigured as noise, noise which operates at the extreme poles of aural perception, which again is interesting because the whole material you<BR/>are working from is the folk song, which is not normally associated with extreme noise, in its material nature, melodic tonal guitars, violins and at its worse (Fairport Convention) can sound<BR/>twee (but maybe the extreme noise of the folk song is that which is carried (though normally imperceptible to our ears) within its historical<BR/>tradition and repetition) in this way your birds voice the violence of this historical tradition and articulate it as a poem (or have I just<BR/>squelched your poems with too much Benjamin?) <BR/>And Jow is a genius. Steve.The Editorshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09476863109510022756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post-2250034825708806342008-12-01T07:07:00.000-08:002008-12-01T07:07:00.000-08:00Yeh riches, like Insects, when conceal'd they lie,...Yeh riches, like Insects, when conceal'd they lie,<BR/>Wait but for wings, and in their season, fly.<BR/>Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store,<BR/>Sees but a backward Steward for the poor;<BR/>This year a Reservoir, to keep and spare,<BR/>The next, a Fountain spouting thro' his Heir,<BR/>In lavish streams to quench a Country's thirst,<BR/>And men, and dogs, shall drink him till they burst.Jo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.com