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May 14, 2005
it's a cold, and it's a broken
oh, good lord of all men and women, I love that Rufus Wainwright song “Halelujah,” especially especially the line:
“She tied you to a kitchen chair,
she broke your throat,
she cut your hair,
and from your lips
she drew a halelujah.”
BI>
on lyrics, in a shutnell
- why pop (defined superbroadly) lyrics the best verse/poetry
- examples as evidence (& compendium of my personal faves)
- look at how they work (work of music, etc.)
- why it matters, how it signals much hope
- and yet the sour grapes so far and yet yet to come
- the mash-up (appendix?) phenom taken to the words as well
(combine lyrics—just two songs, traditionally, and/or many from all over—to make new poem,
be the first LJ [lyric jockey])
- jumpstarts (appendix?) new original stuff by me started with phrase/image/etc. from song
(ex. of first published story from Morphine concert line)
Posted by peligrito at May 14, 2005 1:00 AM
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