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25 THERMIDOR

Between Silence and Laughter {a slight return} ...


... before moving on to anything else, just wanted to sorta apawlogise for yesterday coming on all mean spirited WHINGE boy about - OH! you POOR thing! your FREE copy a MONTH early of the new Lester Bangs book! - and then, especially, when I sat down to start perusing it, boy, it blows the first LB compilation out the water I think, no, that's not quite fair, but it seems like a more personal glimpse of Lester Bangs, private man not just monstre sacre, and SOME of it ...

... well, I was in a heavily schizo up+down mindframe yesterday to begin with anyway, but at one point {I think it was his very personal & emotional paen to The Marble Index} I just had to say, uh oh, oh no, no more, this is hitting way too close to home, like, I was trembling on the brink of actual tears, and add to that how completely & utterly blown away I was by the coupla pieces I did finish - one being a short but uncannily sharp of-the-moment "review" of Horses, which, this one brief review alone dispells any lingering traces of L.B. as just some huff n puff ranter, he is so good - in a surprisingly Marcello type way - on how her voice works, what it is in her voice that moves us so, and why it isn't mere poetry+rock {with one or the other as mere afterthought or mocked up shock or leftover stock} but more especially this other piece ostensibly "about" Sid Vicious of all people {"Bye Bye Sidney, Be Good" - written 1979 but only previously published once, posthumously, in a U.S. fanzine 1990} ... but of course it's really about the foul rag n bone shop of all our collective HEARTshapes ...

... and yes so, add it all up and I felt ASHAMED of what could be taken to be the tacit subtext of my WHINGE yesterday, to wit, that dreadful old "hi" versus "lo" kultur spectre {what was it Marx said about history weighing down on us like a heavy ghost? I dunno, anyway ...}, that maybe somehow a Goytisolo was a priori implicitly "better" than a Bangs, somehow, or something, which is not what I think at all, in fact there are phases of both their writings where one might come perilously and joyously close to being able to effect some sort of cruisey parallax or parallel ...

... : the apparent displacement or the difference in apparent direction of an object seen from two different points not on a straight line ...
... my goddess! ... perfect ... webstirred Websters poetry at its best ... a faint hint of sunstruck Sublime glimpsed as if thru lexical cobwebs ...
... : the difference in direction of a celestial body as measured from two points on the earth ...

... and you APPARENTLY couldn't FIND two points on the earth more far apart than Goytisolo and Bangs ... the "straight" line or lineage of one, the labyrinthine "line" {quarry or purrsuits or vigorously shadowy pursuance} of the Other ... mono-lithic metal machine megaphone, record box Ranter or low vibratory murmurer, muezzin mummer ... both falling helplessly in love with what they pursue ... become vertiginously shaken & enflamed by the mere brick dust of daily life's irks & quirks & polyphonic vernacular on the streets where they live ... & fielding the different flack we have to take & the diffident politesse we maybe sometimes fake ... writing is not mere timetable here ...& they slowly surely become ghosts inside our way of thinking & dreaming & choosing & siding ...

... & oh what a surplus joy that parallax {oh such a juicy word! don't you think?} comes from a distant & MF {yes!} and Greek lineage meaning or related to Change, and Else and which, this is what i mean, what it comes up or down to, you know Goytisolo and Bangs may come from different IREctions, may get different erections {of the heart, head & loins} on the different streets where they live, trolls of a v. different ilk, but their writing freeforms itself as it slips out & goes along, they are not SCARED to let their slips show, to put their HEART and RAGE out there in a squall, to make up out of mere dull ideology a sublime OBJECT for us to contemplate and reflect upon and see ourselves anew in, as if, here and there, you felt they were not writing to prove a point or pay the rent but to feel your heart, to confirm a common citizenship, to make sure the precious treasure of LOVE stays in a certain sort of circulation {which has nothing to do with mere leisure pursuit or distraction or gimmick} when it is BEING THREATENED WITH & FROM ALL KINDS OF hateful & hollow DIRECTIONS ...
... in short & in all, in all kinds of different ways & spurs but the one same essential Spirit ...
... words to keep us together, the sore hearted, even if we're far from that far apart, even tho love may tear certain a priori things apart and make even speech intolerable, i can't even start to stammer out the syllables that signify the moments in mind or question without these tears these damned raindance tears ... oooh here i go ... even tho they may be MILES away, a part of some other life or set or scene entire, or tired, ground down, hunted by ghosts, haunted, encrypted, the simplest words - like Pontalis also suggests lower down the page, just check thru his lighted window - can keep us on something like a parallel course ... and for orpheuseurydice sake wouldn't you know?, but of course ...

Look - look now ...
Look here at this : parallel - & I really didn't know this until a few seconds ago:

parallel fr. para beside + allelon one another
fr. allos... allos one... another
fr. allos other - more at PARA-, ELSE

...} and that's just how my Webster puts it, [pp 831 in the 1977 ed.] ellipses n all, I haven't changed a hair for you ... so
... let the happiness begIN ...

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posted by Ian 8/12/2003 11:40:00 AM

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