Found Poem
After Roland Barthes
There are two musics (at least so I have
always thought): the music one listens to,
the music one plays. These two musics are
two totally different arts, each with its
own history, its own sociology,
its own aesthetics, its own erotics.
Found Poem
After David Toop and W.G. Sebald
In Austerlitz, Sebald writes
of hearing a radio programme
about Fred Astaire:
"Astaire's father, who according to this
surprising radio programme came
from Vienna, had worked as
a master brewer in Omaha, Nebraska,
where Astaire was born, and from
the veranda of the Astaire house you
could hear freight trains being shunted
back and forth
in the city's marshalling yard.
Astaire is reported to have said
later that this constant,
uninterrupted shunting sound,
and the ideas it suggested
of going on a long railway journey,
were his only
childhood memories."
Friday, 10 April 2009
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