interesting, the poetry editor of our local quality broadsheet is a woman called Gig Ryan who only occasionally publishes a book of her own poetry but is pretty involved in a rock band which seems to be her main output ; we also have a fair bit of performance poetry in pubs which gets late night TV broadcast weekly which I suppose is a challenge to the music scene; our national classical music radio station insists on broadcasting lyric poetry with bloody lute accompaniment confusing the notion that you can just jam the two together organically ;
it seems to me about the time Kurt Cobain sang
A mulatto :
I started to wonder if we had got rid of the poet musicians.
On 08/07/2012, at 9:13 AM, Peter Dillane wrote:
> On 07/07/2012, at 1:48 PM, Carrol Cox wrote:
>> Over the years I have returned over and over to the Epistle to Elizabeth,
>> Countess of Rutland. What can surpass its opening lines:
> yes Carrol I like it and I reckon this thought :
> Those other glorious notes,
> Inscribed in touch or marble, or the coats
> Painted, or carv'd upon our great men's tombs,
> Or in their windows, do but prove the wombs
> That bred them, graves : when they were born they died,
> That had no muse to make their fame abide.
> which pops up every generation of poets has never been better done with the apparent monumentality of chattels is…. that they are painted or carved on tombs.
> cheers Pete
> ps I like Eliot's letter to Edgar Jepson where after discussion of other things he signs off with "You're wrong about Jonson" it has that Carthago delenda est assertiveness which is very funny.