I like the way Jason Kottke manages updates of his posts, so I’m adopting his practice here. I just updated two recent posts:
Poulenc in 9 Chickweed Lane (now with my translation of Louis Aragon’s poem “C”)
Van Dyke Parks and Ringo Starr (now with background on the Starr–Parks song “Walk With Me”)
And one older post:
“[A] process and an unfolding” (now with a corrected quotation from George Eliot’s Middlemarch)
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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Super Bowl thoughts
On “the tenuous and ephemeral concept of victory”: deep Super Bowl thoughts.
(Thanks, Ben!)
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Saturday, February 6, 2010
Poulenc in 9 Chickweed Lane
I never imagined seeing Francis Poulenc in the funny papers. But here he is — or his music is — in Brooke McEldowney’s 9 Chickweed Lane.
And here is a performance of “C” by Hugues Cuénod. And here is an English translation of Louis Aragon’s poem. And here is my translation:
C[Translation added February 7, 2010. Licensed under a Creative Commons 3.0 License.]
I have crossed the bridges of Cé
That is where it all began
A song of the past
Tells of a wounded knight
Of a rose in the road
And a blouse undone
Of a mad duke’s castle
And the swans in the moat
Of the meadow where dances
An eternal fiancée
And I have drunk like ice-cold milk
The long song of false glories
The Loire bears off my thoughts
With the overturned cars
And the unprimed weapons
And the unerased tears
O my France o my forsaken one
I have crossed the bridges of Cé.
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“[J]ust like a good flu shot”
The simile of the day, from Van Dyke Parks, commenting on an upcoming tour with Clare and the Reasons:
“The merciful thing is that it won’t be that long. It will be over soon, just like a good flu shot, and I think that it will guard against depression and ennui.”The guy is endlessly quotable. Read it all and see:
Eccentric Van Dyke Parks finally reaches S.F. (San Francisco Chronicle)
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Friday, February 5, 2010
A Salinger catalogue
Bessie Glass has just stood up:
She went over to the medicine cabinet. It was stationed above the washbowl, against the wall. She opened its mirror-faced door and surveyed the congested shelves with the eye — or, rather, the masterly squint — of a dedicated medicine-cabinet gardener. Before her, in overly luxuriant rows, was a host, so to speak, of golden pharmaceuticals, plus a few technically less indigenous whatnots. The shelves bore iodine, Mercurochrome, vitamin capsules, dental floss, aspirin, Anacin, Bufferin, Argyrol, Musterole, Ex-Lax, Milk of Magnesia, Sal Hepatica, Aspergum, two Gillette razors, one Schick Injector razor, two tubes of shaving cream, a bent and somewhat torn snapshot of a fat black-and-white cat asleep on a porch railing, three combs, two hairbrushes, a bottle of Wildroot hair ointment, a bottle of Fitch Dandruff Remover, a small, unlabelled box of glycerine suppositories, Vicks Nose Drops, Vicks VapoRub, six bars of castile soap, the stubs of three tickets to a 1946 musical comedy (“Call Me Mister”), a tube of depilatory cream, a box of Kleenex, two seashells, an assortment of used-looking emery boards, two jars of cleansing cream, three pairs of scissors, a nail file, an unclouded blue marble (known to marble shooters, at least in the twenties, as a “purey”), a cream for contracting enlarged pores, a pair of tweezers, the strapless chassis of a girl’s or woman’s gold wristwatch, a box of bicarbonate of soda, a girl’s boarding-school class ring with a chipped onyx stone, a bottle of Stopette — and, inconceivably or no, quite a good deal more.Wonderful catalogue, and writer. I like how the deadpan assembling of sentence parts in the first two sentences — “to the medicine cabinet,” “above the washbowl,” “against the wall” — gives way to the overgrown abundance of the sentences that follow. “[D]edicated medicine-cabinet gardener” sounds Nabokovian, as does the joke on Wordsworth’s golden daffodils. Nabokov, it turns out, was an early admirer of Salinger’s writing.
J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey (1961)
Did you catch the pun in “congested”?
Argyrol? Musterole? Sal Hepatica? Stopette? Stay tuned.
More on these items from a catalogue
Argyrol
Musterole
Sal Hepatica
Stopette
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Thursday, February 4, 2010
Overheard
In Wal-Mart:
“Come on, Shelby, it’s time to go sniff the soaps.”
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Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Attention, Big Lots shoppers
Two Big Lots finds: Barry's Irish Breakfast Tea and PG Tips Tea, each forty bags for $3.00. They might be in a Big Lots near you.
These are excellent teas. Barry’s has an appropriately malty, dark flavor. PG Tips is winey and thirst-quenching and would be great for iced tea if it weren’t February.
From the Barry’s box: “The Irish are the most world’s most discerning tea drinkers with the highest per capita consumption.”
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Serendipitous searching at Big Lots
Sweetzels Spiced Wafers
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Muntins, maybe (Hi and Lois)
Problems are worsening on the Hi-Lo line. Shifty muntins are no surprise. But today’s muntins seem to have turned into bars. Either that or there’s a lot of broken glass in the green and snowy bushes.
Get out, Trixie, while you can. Carpe noctem.
[Just so you know, if you’re here via Boing Boing: Hi and Lois posts are a small part of Orange Crate Art.]
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
“[D]ark, wordy, academic deaths”
Buddy Glass, in a letter to brother Zooey:
On especially black days I sometimes tell myself that if I’d loaded up with degrees when I was able, I might not now be teaching anything quite so collegiate and hopeless as Advanced Writing 24-A. But that’s probably bunk. The cards are stacked (quite properly, I imagine) against all professional aesthetes, and no doubt we all deserve the dark, wordy, academic deaths we all sooner or later die.(It’s been years and years since I last looked at this book. And years.)
J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey (1961)
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Monday, February 1, 2010
Clark Terry at the Grammys
Clark and Gwen Terry were visible for a few seconds at the Grammy Awards last night. Those seconds are at YouTube, at least for a little while. Do not be baffled by the clip’s title: Quentin Tarantino announces Clark’s Lifetime Achievement Award right before introducing Drake, Eminem, and Lil Wayne.
My characterization of last night’s telecast, or what I saw of it: Busby Berkeley meets Brave New World. In other words, music as hyper-technologized spectacle. I turned on the radio afterward to have some music while doing the dishes and heard Angela Hewitt’s recording of François Couperin’s Les langueurs tendres. It was the perfect Grammy antidote.
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Clark Terry’s Lifetime Achievement Award
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