Showing posts with label Performance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Performance. Show all posts
Friday, January 03, 2014
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
F o u r
t h i r t y t h r e e: Caged!
Performances from
the two-day celebration
of John Cage’s centennial
at Naropa University in 2012
with
BARBARA
DILLEY
WITH ROBERT SPELLMAN &
MARC DEVINE
JKS 4’3”
EXPERIMENT:
KYLE PIVARNIK, KIRSTIN WAGNER, KATE ZIPSE
KYLE PIVARNIK, KIRSTIN WAGNER, KATE ZIPSE
JKS 4’3”
EXPERIMENT:
ELYSE BROWNELL, ASALOTT, MELISSA MAE
ELYSE BROWNELL, ASALOTT, MELISSA MAE
With thanks
to Something on Paper
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Friday, July 12, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
@ the New Museum
with responses by
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Monday, September 10, 2012
A film by Lee Ann Brown and Tony Torn
featuring poems by
Brown, Erin O'Neal, Cheryl J Fish, Timothy Dyke & Leah Souffrant
Labels:
collaborations,
Lee Ann Brown,
Performance,
Readings,
Tony Torn
Monday, May 07, 2012
Correspondence performed:
Elizabeth Bishop & Robert Lowell,
@ the 92nd Street Y
May 24 2010
Labels:
correspondence,
Elizabeth Bishop,
Performance,
Robert Lowell
Friday, September 09, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
Write about performance
poetry and very quickly you will find yourself the possessor of a flurry of CDs
that relate variously to this side of writing. In the past week, I’ve received
the CD that accompanies Short Fuse: The Global Anthology
of New Fusion Poetry, a brand new multimedia CD from Edwin Torres
entitled Please, put out by Jack
Kimball’s Faux Press, and a slightly
older audio CD, Triumph of the Damned,
by Arundo, which consists of Actualist impresario G.P. Skratz and
instrumentalist Andy Dinsmoor (not to be confused with the Arundo Clarinet
Quartet).
The CD that accompanies Short Fuse is, in some ways, the very
best part of this complex & ambitious project*, offering 76:02 minutes of
work on the part of 34 contributors, ranging from Emily XYZ to Billy Collins,
Edwin Torres to Glyn Maxwell. With Bob Holman, Ian Ferrier, Fortner Anderson,
Charles Bernstein, Willie Perdomo, Richard Peabody , Lucy English, Mat Fraser, Tug Dumbly, Ulli K. Ryder, Michele Morgan, Guillermo Castro, Dawna Rae Hicks, Barbara Decesare,
Heather Hermant, Alicia Sometimes, Sandra Thibodeux, Rob Gee, Regie Cabico, Todd Colby, Corey Frost, Todd Swift ’s Swifty Lazarus, Kim Houghton, Robin Davidson,
Irene Suico Soriano, Peter
Finch, Dwayne Morgan, Patrick Chapman, Ryk McIntyre
& Ian McBryde’s The Still Company, this disc
presents these oral/aural poets in their best light and hints of the
extraordinary richness to be found throughout the Short Fuse project. As a whole, the CD is great fun & hangs
together remarkably well given how diverse this collection of writers prove to be.
Trying to sort through this
cornucopia is an interesting project in itself. Twelve of the poets here use
music in the presentation of their work, ranging from mere background
accompaniment (Alicia Sometimes, Dwayne Morgan, Bob Holman) to complex
productions that transform their poems into something like the role normally
reserved for song lyrics (Edwin Torres, Michele Morgan, Ian Ferrier). This
latter strategy in particular raises once again the issues of performance on
the page versus aurally that I’ve discussed previously.
There is, I promise, almost no way for even the most inventive & flamboyant
reader to translate this passage by Edwin Torres from the
page with even a fraction of the flair that the poet’s own
Latin-flavored performance offers:
Peesacho, NO macho
Much cha-cha? NO mucho, P-sycho
NOT cha-cha / cha-CHA
is the HER
with the HAIR of hay hay
in the HAIR
not the HER is the HEART
of PeeSAAAAAAAcho...
Torres starts off the CD and
gives it the feeling of any pop music disc, leading with its hit single. “Peesacho” is an extraordinary piece, the single best
recording I’ve heard yet of Torres’ own work**.
In fact, all of the pieces
on the CD that have the greatest impact use music: Torres’ “Peesacho,”
XYZ’s Arabic ode to an al-Qaeda pilot, Bob Holman’s
wry & ironic monolog, Michele Morgan’s jazz performance of a poem that can
be heard as a high-style homage to Beat poetry, or Ian Ferrier’s piece, with
its chorus right out of Dylan’s Nashville
Skyline period. Had the CD focused only on works that utilized music, Short Fuse might have set off a
revolution in poetic song, because the overall quality of these best works is startling. The musical pieces are what ultimately holds this disc together.
The two dozen texts that are
unaugmented by music can themselves be divided into somewhat overlapping
groups: straight readings of straight poems, recordings of live readings, one
piece by Charles Bernstein obviously chosen for its jabberwocky. Many of these
pieces simply document the poet’s reading of the text and some, such as
Guillermo Castro’s “A Deli on First Avenue ,” do so quite well.
I’ve argued
that stand-up comedy is a major formal referent for the spoken word movement
and there are seven clear examples on the CD: Rob Gee’s unaccompanied theme
song for “Viagra,” Corey Frost’s shtick, Regie Cabico’s sexual assessment of the Dawson Creek cast, Barbara Decesare’s
vicious impression of a nagging mother, Robin Davidson’s terrorism nursery
rhymes, Alicia Sometime’s funny song of a man’s love
for the female (I can’t say more without giving away the punchline,
literally), and Lucy English’s explanation of why she wants to be in “The
Company of Poets.” Only Gee’s would stand a chance at a competition in a comedy
club.
Alicia Sometimes’ piece,
which uses music, does so in a way that has no intelligible relation to the
content of her poem, referring as the text does to a musical instrument. It’s
one of three works on the CD that comes off in ways that seem to be at odds
with the poet’s original intent, suggesting a level of risk in this kind of
production. The other two such works are both by poets not normally associated
with slam poetics, but who stand revealed when placed into such a context.
Billy Collins’ poem “Love” comes across very much like a Daniel Pinkwater essay for NPR radio, but less insightful, less
well written, not so funny & with a cloying last image that is to cringe
for. Even more pronounced in the unintentional humor vein is Glyn Maxwell’s
“The Stones in Their Array,” which explains why stones are special in precisely
the same kind of terms that TV’s Mr. Rodgers used to explain that you were special. It’s a howler and
anybody who confuses Maxwell with a serious writer should be forced to listen
to this.
* It’s
interesting to note that the CD was edited by Rattapallax editor Ram Devineni , and not by Phil Norton or Todd Swift , who edited the paperback and
e-book. All Rattapallax books are accompanied by CDs.
**
Including his own CD, Please, which I’ll examine in more depth tomorrow.
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