Time to feed the midgets who claim to be my offspring.
The Hunger! The Hunger! I will digest and respond. But at first blush, you need to let me know who Jim Carroll is/was? Was he a poet? A rocker? A fashion casualty? Or just some formerly drugged out fuck-up who needs SEO/SEM help? However, I do like basketball. ;)
I like Bob Dylan (he's punk rock), but there is no way in hell any of his lyrics would stand alone as good poetry.
Punk rock? Is that bait? Do I look like the elusive Southern game fish, the Snook? :p:eek:
Go to his web site, all his lyrics are there.
The lyrics, as you know, as plastered all over the web. But thanks. :D
Choose some from some later obscure record that you never bothered to listen to and tell me how much poetry you find there. At any point that you do think, "Yeah, this is poetry," imagine that Bukowski wrote the words. Would you consider it one of his great - or even good - works, or just filler?
What would you consider an obscure later record? Gold or platinum? I don't think he can come out with one that doesn't resonate with his fan base; however, I am not a fan of all the works. Like Vincent or even Buk, there are dogs in the mix. Can't hunt.
Lyrics are lyrics, they aren't supposed to be poems, and vice versa. That is why poets who try to set their writing to music after the fact are so embarrassingly awful (hello Jim Carroll, you overhyped sack of shit!).
Here, you make sense. Can't argue with your example. And you are probably spot on, with the Ivory soap % ringing true.
However, methinks Dylan is the exception to the rule. I get where you can't separate the song lyrics from the song; yes, I hear it while I'm reading it. It's that good. Memorable.
But I would argue strongly that some are pure poetic genius.
As follows, here are two gems:
Mr. Tambourine Man
Subterranean Homesick Blues
On that note:
[Snip lyrics to Subterranean Homesick Blues - they are plastered all over the web. ;)]
Not to be too agreeable, but dad-gum, FUCK, you are so right. As pre-stated, I can't read it without
hearing it. Never thought about that...
But that doesn't mean it doesn't transcend the "lyric" moniker and dock in the poetry section of my warped cranium.
Now, to your question about art...let me get out the smokey johnny blue. Damn you're good. You must've posted here once or twice before. And could probably get a
paying gig as a shrink. What's your hourly rate? Or is it by the delusion?
Pax
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