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June 20, 2007
Stumbling on Poetry and Boiled Eggs
Poetry, like jazz, is best when you just happen upon it.
You can’t sit down and read the entire works of ee cummings. Well, obviously, you can sit down and read the entire works of ee cummings, but I’d challenge you to get the most out of each poem.
However, when you’re thumbing through, say, The Art of Looking Sideways and you come across this sort of thing, it’s a delight:
while you and i
have lips and voices
which are for kissing
and to sing with,
who cares if some
one-eyed son of a bitch
invents an instrument
to measure spring with?
ee cummings
So too with jazz, for me at least. It’s great when you hear some jazz in a café, but listen to the whole album and your attention can drift. You reach a point of aesthetic saturation. This happens if you go to see the entire collection of Turner’s paintings, the first few are WOW! Then after a while, well, it’s just another Turner. There’s something to be said for rarity.
Boiled eggs are the same. You have a boiled egg and it’s delicious and you think WOW! Why don’t I have boiled eggs more often, so you have one the next day, and you are almost instantly appraised of the knowledge as to why you don’t have them more often.
Posted by john at June 20, 2007 09:35 PM
Comments
John,On the boiled egg issue, do you have soldiers with yours,soooo to speak !! I was thinking back to your fruit flan story. : )
Love the film set pictures,I got good vibes about your film on the days I watched you filming,I can't wait to see it now,whos a smarty pants.
P.S. Don't forget to mention my over whelming contribution in the credits,please, LOL see ya soon TTFN Paula
Posted by: paula at June 21, 2007 06:11 PM