Monday, 23 August 2010
"Parcite dum propero, mergite cum redeo"
...Child comments that “The conceit does not overwell suit a popular ballad”, presumably because the corrupted broadside influence, filtered down through the centuries from Martial’s epigrammatic eloquence, does not to his mind cohere with the oral-poetical tradition from which the ballads spring. But it is the transcription of Greek [epic] tragedy into the local and contingent ballad form through the lens of Jones’s strident, literary revivalist musicianship that secures this sentiment all too suitably in the song’s structural dialectic. William has got his mother’s malison and knows that he must drown in the Clyde – the impossibility of his love’s fulfillment is at once both his cursed fate and that which impels him to take to his horse and seek out Margaret’s bower in the first place. The very doubt that is the originary impetus for the ballad’s narrative and structural irony is also the impacted self-knowledge of failure that drives William to live as best he might, as within the laws of the ballad universe he must, before the night comes on. Jones’ treatment of this particular facet of Clyde Water’s historical patchwork of narrative influence is therefore couched in the same humane contradiction in which the song itself is drenched; his placement of the Make me a wreck couplet as the framing element and crux of the first stanzaic unit serves to both unite the structural elements clearly under a banner of a resolute pathos (over-burdened by an overwrought tragic sensibility which it cannot sustain) as well as obscure the subjective agency of the individual actors, leaving us thus emotionally localised but lacking the precise co-ordinates of blame, themselves abstracted out to the banks of the ballad’s historical mytho-functionalism. This is a lot like life.
...The song of the lover is at once the lover's other lover. The substitute is total and cannot be compromised, say, with the other lover. The other lover is not composed of the same desires as the lover, whose song, whether his or another's, is the other in rapid oscillation between presence in the mind of the lover and absence in the traditional sense. The song and the other lover are never coeval, but displace each other and cancel each other.
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
got overspill wrecked upside
from the slip in gracious not
claim no rescission
plenary flat-footed gumbo solipsism easily
remembered, oh so babe for truthful sucker
punch to get our longing fixed in transit, star
to star -
to these this makes solar repugnance
inevitable, in which direction do I love, is
upbraided like the stupid shore.
No not fanciful begot Arthurian prophetic self
to come back here and sigh like roses
quickening by foreign exclamation no death
likened now to siphon all immortal dregs are not
life, by which I mean not allegory of the world
but its clear and prescient softness, only
to be bleached in sight of song
coursing final
seconds away.
from the slip in gracious not
claim no rescission
plenary flat-footed gumbo solipsism easily
remembered, oh so babe for truthful sucker
punch to get our longing fixed in transit, star
to star -
to these this makes solar repugnance
inevitable, in which direction do I love, is
upbraided like the stupid shore.
No not fanciful begot Arthurian prophetic self
to come back here and sigh like roses
quickening by foreign exclamation no death
likened now to siphon all immortal dregs are not
life, by which I mean not allegory of the world
but its clear and prescient softness, only
to be bleached in sight of song
coursing final
seconds away.
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
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