Apr 22, 2008 13:57
In this generation, there is a different feeling for the art of words -- kids are still reading the same stuff, old books by old people, fantastic books by people I won't even begin to name. (well, okay, one. William Faulkner. I'm done, really.) But there's this lack of artistic motion in the written word. Michael Crichton's last book sucked, Tom Robbins is going further and further out there, I can only read so many HST books before I become bored with all of everything that's in those books. David Sedaris makes me laugh through one of his books, but what after? I look through my bookshelf, pick a favorite book of poems (because prose is all I ever read), and even that fails to calm me down, everything is too thick for a summery day in a city with far too many people.
But there is respite from all of this, but not in the written word, it's on my iPod (and it should be on yours, too). John Darnielle (The Mountain Goats), unsurprisingly, put out another fantastic album. Heretic Pride is worth listening to over and over, and not just because it's calm and frantic enough to enjoy on a day like today; it's also just about the best literary work I've been through in awhile. Prose poems? Stories in Poems? Are these epic? I don't really know what to tell you, but it's good.
Listen to "Autoclave" followed by "Sax Rohmer #1" followed by the rest of the album, on repeat. And when it repeats, be sure to listen to what the man is saying, it's about as good as it gets.