T.L. Morrisey

Showing posts with label The Beatles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Beatles. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 11, 2024

“A Day in the Life” by The Beatles

 



I read the news today, oh boyAbout a lucky man who made the gradeAnd though the news was rather sadWell, I just had to laughI saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a carHe didn't notice that the lights had changedA crowd of people stood and staredThey'd seen his face beforeNobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords
I saw a film today, oh boyThe English Army had just won the warA crowd of people turned awayBut I just had to lookHaving read the bookI'd love to turn you on
Woke up, fell out of bedDragged a comb across my headFound my way downstairs and drank a cupAnd looking up, I noticed I was lateFound my coat and grabbed my hatMade the bus in seconds flatFound my way upstairs and had a smokeAnd somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today, oh boyFour thousand holes in Blackburn, LancashireAnd though the holes were rather smallThey had to count them allNow they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert HallI'd love to turn you on

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney
A Day in the Life lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Wednesday, November 20, 2024

Louis Dudek's Continuation and The Beatles "Revolution 9"

 

Morgan's Department Store, downtown Montreal, 1955 


Continuation is an assemblage of random and seemingly unrelated statements, mundane or philosophical, epigrammatic and often unrelated to other statements in the same poem. I doubt many readers (or Dudek’s friends) understood, or even liked, what Dudek was doing in Continuation; similarly, The Beatles song, "Revolution 9", left most listeners bewildered, the song is repetitive, disturbing, and makes no rational sense and yet, ironically, even paradoxically, it makes perfect sense as does Dudek’s Continuation. Most of The Beatles’ songs are popular music, none are as idiosyncratic and experimental as “Revolution 9”; indeed, this is a piece of music, of voices and sounds, that suggests the overwhelming banality of everyday life.                  

Both “Revolution 9"  and Continuation seem anomalies in their creators’ bodies of work; neither bring the audience much immediate pleasure until some sense or meaning is found in the work; both are more cerebral, more intellectual, than is found in most music or poetry. “Revolution 9” has  a vision of the meaningless of life, life is overwhelmingly banal, purposeless, and filled with small talk and trivialities. Remember the existentially bleak lyrics to “Eleanor Rigby”, existence has failed, there is nothing to believe in, and life is without purpose or meaning; this is a long distance from typical Beatles music. But it is also the human condition found in another Beatles' song, “A Day in the Life”: 

Woke up, fell out of bedDragged a comb across my headFound my way downstairs and drank a cupAnd looking up, I noticed I was lateFound my coat and grabbed my hatMade the bus in seconds flatFound my way upstairs and had a smokeAnd somebody spoke and I went into a dream

Meanwhile, Continuation is a departure, a deepening, and an extension of the form and content of Dudek's previous books, for instance Atlantis (1967); form and content are extensions of each other Atlantis, and Dudek's other travel-centered books, are connected to place, to geography, to consecutive thinking, while Continuation is connected to mundane existence, it is a stream of consciousness that exists in the realm of thought, it is bits and pieces of existence strung together, more Mallarme than Pound, maybe some Joyce and Woolf, but Pound is still present. Both “Revolution 9” and Continuation have moved away from the narrative function and into observation and statement, to isolated thinking, to non sequitur statement rather than aesthetic artifice; there seems to be little distinction in the importance of one thought over another; they are cut-ups, experiments in process, collages of ideas. Both are the thought processes of consciousness in the darkness of a sound proof isolation chamber, speaking to itself; it is close to being theatre of the absurd.

Note: Listen to the "Ideas" programmes on CBC radio for a discussion on Number Nine, https://www.cbc.ca/listen/live-radio/1-23-ideas/clip/16012646-nine-a-number-synchronicity


Sunday, November 10, 2024

“Eleanor Rigby” by The Beatles

 




Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor RigbyPicks up the rice in the churchWhere the wedding has been lives in a dreamWaits at the windowWearing the face that she keeps inA jar by the door, who is it for?
All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?
Father MackenziеWriting the words of a sermonThat no one will hеar no one comes nearLook at him workingDarning his socks in the nightWhen there's nobody there what does he care?
All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?
All the lonely people (All the lonely people)All the lonely people (All the lonely people)All the lonely people (All the lonely people)
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and wasBuried along with her name nobody cameFather MackenzieWiping the dirt from his hands asHe walks from the grave no one was saved
All the lonely people all the lonely people(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney

Friday, November 1, 2024

On Louis Dudek's Continuation


Cedar Avenue,  Feb. 20, 1954

Louis Dudek's Collected Poems (1971) is the end of the first half of Dudek’s body of work; the second half begins with his Continuation books (published in 1980, 1990, and excerpts were published in two separate books published in 1997 and 2000). In fact, Dudek's Collected Poems contains poems from both halves of his published poems; there is what was published before Continuation and after that there are the Continuation books; one leads to the other, they overlap, and Dudek's Collected Poems is the border between the two. 

Some critics consider Dudek overly influenced by his mentor, Ezra Pound. Here is what Northrop Frye wrote in a review of Dudek's Europe (1954):  

I find large stretches of the book unrewarding. In the first place, the influence of Pound is oppressive. Pound is everywhere: the rub-a-dub three- and four-accent, the trick of snapped-up quotations and allusion, the harangues against usura, the toboggan-slide theory of the decline of Europe after the Middle Ages, and so on. In the second place, the conversational style brings the ideas into sharp relief, and the ideas are commonplace, prejudice reinforced by superficial tourism... 

Well, that wasn't very nice but it’s also how some critics perceived Dudek’s poetry; of course, all poets are influenced by previous generations of poets, or by specific poets belonging to previous generations of poets. The turning point for Dudek’s poetry was his use of epigrams, for instance in Continuation, and the importance of epigrams is shown when Dudek said that all good poems begin with, or contain, a significant epigrammatic line. 

Reading Continuation, one statement, one line, one epigram, doesn’t always lead in any meaningful or logical way to the next line or epigram; there seems little relationship to the previous or the following line or epigram. We know how the mind imposes order, or invents order and meaning, in what is perceived; when meaning isn't apparent, it is imposed by the mind. Reading Williams Burrough's cut-ups, those randomly selected excerpts of texts, one finds some incredible, and startling, juxtapositions of images and ideas; a similar effect, this time juxtaposing unrelated dream generated images, is found in poems by the Dadaists and the Surrealists. Here is William Burrough's statement on the human mind imposing meaning:

Our ancestors saw the creatures of the constellations in the apparently unorganized distribution of the stars. It has been shown experimentally through the viewing of random white dots on a screen that man tends to find pattern and picture where objectively there is none: his mental process shapes what it sees.                                                                                                                                   
                                        --William Burroughs, The Job, Interviews with
                                        Daniel Odier
(1969), p. 360

The human mind has a meaning function and a narrative function; our concept of reality is based on consensus, on common agreement, on what we have been conditioned or told to believe is real or factually true. There is the narrative with its structure of beginning, middle, and end or whatever arrangement one wants. The mind is essentially very conservative and needs to make sense or impose order on what is perceived; there are also the very infrequent moments of “Ah-Ha!”, those sudden insights or illumination, or epiphanies, that transcend both the meaning function, the narrative function, and consensual reality; a new order is discovered in this way. In Continuation, by placing one epigram beside another unrelated epigram, the cumulative effect is a possibly meaningful statement. Dudek, the social conservative, a man who was outwardly the advocate of the intellect, of “reason over passion”, also had an  irrational side, as do all artists and poets, and this can be seen in Dudek’s Continuation.

Wednesday, October 30, 2024

“Revolution 9” by The Beatles



Bottle of Claret for you if I had realised...

Well, do it next time.

I forgot about it, George, I'm sorry.
Will you forgive me? Am 

Yes.

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number...

...then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants
...about the shortage of grain in hertfordshire

Everyone of them knew that as time went by they'd get a little bit older and a litter slower but...

It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by someone who's always/umpteen ...
Your father's giving it diddly-i-dee/district was leaving...
Intended to die ... Ottoman
...long gone through...
I've got to say, irritably and...
...floors, hard enough to put on ... per day's MD in our district
There was not really enough light to get down
And ultimately ... slumped down
Suddenly...

They may stop the funding...
Place your bets
The original
Afraid she'll die ...
Great colours for the season

Number 9, number 9

Who's to know?
Who was to know?

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9

I sustained nothing worse than ...

Also, for example
Whatever you're doing
A business deal falls through

I informed him on the third night, when fortune gives...

People ride, people ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

Ride! Ride!

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

...I've missed all of that
It makes me a few days late
Compared with, like, wow!
And weird stuff like that...

...taking our sides sometimes
...floral bark

Rouge doctors have brought this specimen

I have nobody's short-cuts, aha...

9, number 9

...with the situation

They are standing still

The plan, the telegram...
Number 9, number...

A man without terrors from beard to false
As the headmaster reported to my son
He really can try, as they do, to find function...
Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high
And his eyes were low...

Alright!

It was on fire and his glasses were the same
This thing knows if it was tinted
But you know it isn't
To me it is...

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9

So the wife called me and we'd better go to see a surgeon to price it ...
Yellow underclothes
So, any road, we went to see the dentist instead
Who gave her a pair of teeth which wasn't any good at all
So I said I'd marry, join the fucking navy and went to sea

In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair

I'm not in the mood for whirling

How? Dogs for dogging, hands for clapping
Birds for birding and fish for fishing
Them for themming and when for whimming

...only to find the night-watchman unaware of his
presence in the building

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9

Industry allows financial imbalance

Thrusting it between his shoulder blades

The Watusi, the twist

Eldorado

Take this, brother, may it serve you well

Maybe it's nothing
What? What? Oh...

Maybe, even then, impervious in London

...could be difficult thing...
It's quick like rush for peace is because it's so much
Like being naked

It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright

It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright

If, you became naked

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Recorded 30, 31 May, 4, 6, 10, 11, 20, 21 June, 16 September 1968



Saturday, October 26, 2024

On The Prisoner television show

McGill University campus, 1940s


The Beatles “Revolution 9” could be used as a surrealistic sound track, played over a psychedelic montage of images, for Patrick McGoohan’s television drama, The Prisoner (1967-1968). The protagonist in The Prisoner is played by McGoohan, a former secret agent who suddenly resigns his post but offers no explanation for his decision. McGoohan’s former employer finds his sudden resignation suspicious and McGoohan is abducted from his home and finds himself incarcerated at an unknown seaside location referred to as The Village; his identity is also attacked, he is referred to by his new name, Number Six; the head of The Village is, of course, Number One. The Village is a precursor, and suggestive of, the 15-minute city; in this case it is a place to keep former government employees, all with numbers for names, and they live in relative freedom (the freedom of farm animals), socializing, playing chess, reading The Village newspaper, and some inhabitants are informers on other inhabitants of The Village. The Village is no gulag, it might be called a benevolent incarceration, it is comfortable but no one can leave and the authorities are always attempting to either control or get information out of the inhabitants, and they are all prisoners. But Number Six is not a typical inhabitant, he fights back, he tries to escape. When interrogated Number Six repeats, “I Am Not a Number; I Am a Free Man”; his strength lies in his not surrendering to his jailers, his remaining freedom lies in his refusal to give up information about himself. He says, "I will not make any deals with you. I've resigned. I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered! My life is my own!"  The whole series of seventeen episodes is a metaphor for our own existence; who do we believe and what do we believe? There is a penalty for noncompliance with the authorities, it is to be an outcast, detained, attacked, and denied one’s freedom; it is to be gaslighted. While other inhabitants of The Village have been pacified, Number Six constantly challenges the authority of his jailers; he is more determined than the other prisoners. No one escapes from The Village, attempted escape results in being chased down by an ominous giant inflated object called Rover, and inhabitants of The Village are constantly surveilled by CCTV. The Village is a dystopia somewhere between George Orwell’s 1984 and Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World; it predates the 15 minute city. What else can we take from The Prisoner? It is that we are now, and have always been, prisoners, prisoners of ideas, race, social class, wealth, privilege or poverty, politics, our birth, gender, age, and/or religion, and this has decided the purpose and meaning of our existence. Our prison is self made and no one can free you but yourself. The Beatles were fans of The Prisoner and a Beatles song, “All You Need is Love”, was played during in the final episode; is it any wonder that the refrain, "Number Nine, Number Nine", is repeated in The Beatles most idiosyncratic song, “Revolution 9”? The Prisoner is both a psychological and political metaphor for contemporary life, now more so than in 1967. I nominate Laurence Fox to play in any remake of The Prisoner or a life of Patrick McGoohan.                                                         

Be seeing you.

Friday, July 21, 2023

"Being For The Benefit Of Mr.Kite" by Lennon and McCartney

 





For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight on trampoline
The Hendersons will all be there
Late of Pablo Fanques Fair - what a scene
Over men and horses hoops and garters
Lastly through a hogshead of real fire!
In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world!

The celebrated Mr. K.
Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishops Gate
The Hendersons will dance and sing
As Mr. Kite flies through the ring don't be late
Messrs. K. and H. assure the public
Their production will be second to none
And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz!

The band begins at ten to six
When Mr. K. performs his tricks without a sound
And Mr. H. will demonstrate
Ten summersets he'll undertake on solid ground
Having been some days in preparation
A splendid time is guaranteed for all
And tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill


Note: From Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (1967) by the Beatles. I loved this album, from it I got the idea of a thematically themed book of poems; the album is all of a piece, not just whatever The Beatles had written and assembled in one album, but a whole album conceived as a single thematically piece of art/music. It is still considered the greatest popular album of all time. When I was in high school I'd go home at lunch time and listen to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. It's still great music and "Being for the Benefit" works as both song lyrics and poetry.

Thursday, May 12, 2022

Walking to Meadowbrook Golf Course

Life is mostly repetition, woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head... Even going for a walk falls into a pattern, the same route, the same streets and stores and people. So, here I am again, walking to Meadowbrook Golf Course. Life is repetition, people are basically fairly conservative and enjoy the same old same old, the same breakfast for the last thirty years, the same job, the same conversations; repetition gives us stability, it gives us our sanity and, ironically, it gives us the opportunity to be creative and not have to reinvent the wheel every day.  

Photographs taken mid-April 2022.











Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Can you take me back?

Can you take me back where I came from? One pre-Covid day I found myself singing this Beatle's song to myself as I walked along the street. Whatever it meant before Covid, it now has a whole new meaning.

                            Can you take me back?
                            Can you take me back where I came from?
                            Can you take me back?
                            Are you happy living here honey?
                            Honey are you happy living here?
                            I ain't happy living here baby
                            Honey can you take me back?
                                             --The Beatles, "Can You Take me Back"
Except for essential services, most stores, restaurants and schools were closed beginning around March 13, 2020. Grocery stores and pharmacies remained opened; at first there was some panic buying as can be seen by these empty shelves at our local IGA grocery store. The streets were deserted, buses had no passengers, we lined up to enter grocery stores, the fun had been taken from life and it has not returned. 

Not as widely reported was the increase in the number of suicides; there was one suicide a few blocks from here, we drove by the scene of this suicide a few minutes after it happened. I saw the body of the deceased lying on the grass surrounded by police officers. There was a second suicide also a few blocks away from where we live. Both of these suicides were at residences for old people. How could it have been otherwise? The old were isolated from other people and confined to their rooms.