Parting Looks — HJN

Harold J. Nichols (1924 — 2013) (c) 2019 JMN

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Guide by the Perplexed — More Inconvenience

Willie

“It seems I am choosing words that will stand,
and you are in them,
but if I blunder, it doesn’t matter —
I must persist in my errors.

(Boris Pasternak, “For Anna Akmatova,” translated by Robert Lowell in “Imitations”)

The bond between finger and fret is of a piece with that between rubber and road; each is the juncture of a dawning — whether of music or locomotion.

A flaw in the premise that fretboard insight underpins superior guitarmanship raises its head: It’s the inconvenient comparison of guitar playing with race car driving. I invent this implausible analogy, before you do, in order to prick it.

Must I handle my guitar like Sharon Isbin for my rendition of “Bird on the Wire”? Or my car like Danica Patrick for my commute to Flatonia? The obvious answer is, No; mine is, It would be nice. Never let the obvious be enemy of the egregious.

So let’s proceed.

The flaw with Octave-of-Preceding (OOP) treated in previous chapters is that the adjacencies engender unisons, not octaves, as follows:

6-5A == 5-0A (6-0E —> 5-0A is a Perfect Fifth, or 7 semis)
5-5D == 4-0D (5-0A —> 4-0D ditto)
4-5G == 3-0G (4-0D —> 3-0G ditto)
3-4B == 2-0B (3-0G —> 2-0B is a Major Third, or 4 semis)
2-5E == 1-0E (2-0B —> 1-0E is a Perfect Fifth, or 7 semis — again)

That an earlier issue of the Guide misspoke itself vis-à-vis OOP is of little consequence. Renaming it to “Unison-of-Preceding” would make for not only a blurtive acronym but also unmusicological consistency. Try to find in the literature, for example, a retainable explication of the Major Third anomaly in guitar tuning.

There you have it. Time to take a modal dive — coming next.

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Parting Looks — Buck Schiwetz

Edward Muegge “Buck” Schiwetz (1898 — 1984) (c) 2019 JMN

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Parting Looks — Buck Schiwetz

Edward Muegge “Buck” Schiwetz (1898 — 1984) (c) 2019 JMN  

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Parting Looks — Tom Jones

James Thomas “Tom” Jones (1920 — 2000) (c) 2019 JMN

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Parting Looks — Tom Jones

James Thomas “Tom” Jones (1920 — 2000) (c) 2019 JMN

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More Jesus for Me

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Colbert at the White House in 2007 before the taping of a press-conference skit for “The Colbert Report.” Brendan Smialowski/Getty Images.

Reading this interview with Stephen Colbert gave my day a good start.

… I work very hard not to proselytize. I would never want anybody to think I was trying to convince them of my point of view. Because, hey, more Jesus for me.

If I’m enjoying a meeting I’m having with someone, I interrupt them constantly. If I’m bored by the meeting, I look like I’m very attentive… My mind is something of a squirrel cage. I scramble all over the place… Oh, I also cry easily.

The behavior I’m exhibiting fits my genre [comedy], which is not supposed to have respectability. There’s a reason it’s not a central part of polite society. But there’s supposed to be a polite society out there! It’s not my fault there isn’t one anymore.
(David Marchese, “Stephen Colbert on the political targets of satire,” NYTimes, 5-31-19)

(c) 2019 JMN

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Language As Landscape

Adverbs Ahead

“Deadwood” (HBO, 2004-2006) created by David Milch, repelled and astounded me when I caught it adventitiously in re-run several years ago. I couldn’t look away from it as I kept thinking, “What the hell is this? It’s amazing!” I told someone it was as if Shakespeare were cussing obscenely, women would say modestly, “I’m just a whore,” and Ian McShane regularly pissed in a pot before all and sundry. I was let down when it ended abruptly after three seasons.

In his review of the new “Deadwood” movie, James Poniewozik does what I like for a good critic to do: He corroborates an enthusiasm of mine, and states better than I could have done precisely why I liked the thing so much.

… “Deadwood” did not modernize its old-movie types. Just the opposite: Milch created idiosyncratic, quasi-Shakespearean dialogue (and monologues) that combined the diction of a print culture with the dirty funk of the frontier. It was productively alienating — subtitles help — in a way that imagined a world: language as landscape.
(James Poniewozik, “In One Last ‘Deadwood,’ the Future Prevails and the Past Endures,” NYTimes, 5-29-19)

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More Wit, Less Affirmation!

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Illustration by Linda Huang; Photograph by Ophelia, via Getty Images.

Jessa Crispin cites two writers to illustrate the distinction she draws between aphorism and affirmation.

Aphorism: “He who fears death will never do anything worthy of a man who is alive.” (Seneca)

Affirmation: “I do not need the kind of love / that is draining, / I want someone / who energizes me.” (Rupi Kaur)

Poetry already has much in common with the aphorism, using structure, rhythm and metaphor to say something essential in a deceptively simple way. But somewhere along that road with the Instapoets, aphorism got confused with affirmation — those things you tape onto your mirror to remind yourself not to text your ex. The purpose of the aphorism is to bring unexpected perspective. The affirmation… only reinforces what we think we already know.

Crispin also plugs humor and brevity as useful tools.

With our highly divided attention, it is perhaps only humor that can provide us with a moment to pause and reflect… You know what they say: “If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.”

(Jessa Crispin, “Why Isn’t Instagram More Witty?” NYTimes, 6-1-19)

(c) 2019 JMN

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Poetry for the Kitchen Slops Bucket

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Leigh Guldig.

Lucasta Miller is the author of “L.E.L.: The Lost Life and Scandalous Death of Letitia Elizabeth Landon, the Celebrated ‘Female Byron.’” Landon’s “scandalous” death occurred at her own hand with prussic acid at age 36.

Even today, Letitia Landon provokes a virulently gendered response, as I have discovered after publishing a biography of her. One male critic wrote that I should have left her in the “kitchen slops bucket” of literary history. A female critic in the Italian press, on the contrary, thought Landon ought to be taught in schools.
(Lucasta Miller, “The Cautionary Tale of the ‘Female Byron,’” NYTimes, 6-1-19)

I don’t know the full context of the male critic’s remark; however, it seems unsuitably poisonous even in a dismissive appraisal of an artist’s work. There may be something other than strict weighing of poetic merit in play. Did Lucasta Miller flaunt feminist rhetoric in her narrative of Letitia Landon’s life?

To be fair, there might be perceived gender taint in the judgment of the Italian female critic who wants Landon taught in schools. Her language, however, doesn’t appear as fulsome as the male critic’s is feculent. Doubts flap in the wind absent a firsthand reading of the texts.

(c) 2019 JMN

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