[Buggy: Posted this in a.m., then it showed up in duplicate; deleted one, now I see both vanished. So if there's like 3 of this, don't blame me.]
Lucid (but didn't walk); book work 11-2. Cut a little, added a little, mainly on the published parlor/Tin Pan Alley songs "collected" unknowingly by the 1910s-20s folklorists who of course meant to exclude such material. About 10% of some collections can be traced to commercial songs. Doesn't sound much, but it's a higher proportion than Child ballad texts. 800 words to the good. Home, forced myself to compile an email list and send out something for the Oct. shows. Last weekend's SNL in background - just crap.
Listened to a recent vinyl comp of 4-track recordings from Iowa City, sent b/c I'm contributing to something else on the label. Very "scene report." Mostly rock bands, not lone tapers. Not bad, and not cynical, but female-fronted bands on side 2 were a relief. One, Love Songs for Lonely Monsters, has the best thing on the record - an odd-shaped 2-part song w/ a well-thought-out chord progression. Cannot endorse that band name, though.
Finished The Swimming-Pool Library. My received impression had been that it's a pre-AIDS sexual idyll. For a time, though, it seems like the point is going to either be that life is no longer a Firbank novel or that it never was, but the tone never really darkens all that much, and the plot-bombs in the last 40 p., while logically set up, go off too rapidly. Draws some sympathetic connection, if not equivalence, between London's gay underground (which knows no class barriers) and Black Britain, but the air of colonial patronage is too strong for this to be convincing - we're meant to give the book's peers and toffs a lot of moral credit for tsk'ing over the NF even as they and the prose wax Mapplethorpean about their houseboys.
Espresso 77 (closest but not quietest coffee place) in early eventing to do more email, read. Heading into "deceptively simple" period of Padgett ('90s on). Later, watched bits of S. Ray films, toward "imagery" for lyric (though not sure how directly this song should be about him). Some ok ideas. interested in seeing his 1989 adaptation of Ibsen's An Enemy of the People - it's on YouTube, but w/o subtitles.
One often hears, most recently from one of Charles Wright's laureate interviews, that one has to "love [the] language" to be a writer, especially a poet. Well, ok, I like Scrabble, but doesn't one have to hate it (language) at least as much, for its inadequacy and indispensability?