The point of all this was that Basil Bunting remarked on how close poetry and music are. He gave a reading of his big poem Briggflatts that I attended and there was certainly a kind of music (lilt to the pitch and a real sense of rhythm) to his reading. Through the magic of YouTube, I just discovered that there is a clip of extracts of Mr. Bunting reading from Briggflatts:
And here is a link to the text of the whole poem.
Ezra Pound was also a lover of music and read his own work melodiously. Here he is reading his poem Hugh Selwyn Mauberley:
Now the interesting question is why are these readings of poetry not 'cool' whereas rap music is 'cool'? Is it the poetry itself, or is it the mood, the character? Rap tends to be defiant and sneering, while these poems seem to be more elegiac, even, perhaps, a touch maudlin, sorrowful at the horrors of the 20th century. Of course, not all rap is superficial. Here is Tupac Shakur's tribute to his mother, "Dear Mama" as an example:
And I think this brings us to Leonard Cohen, someone who is both highly regarded as a poet and highly regarded as a songwriter. Apart from Bob Dylan, is there anyone else that so dominates this niche? I've been reading Cohen's poetry recently and, while he is not quite Wallace Stevens, he is certainly a real poet. I highly recommend reading some poetry from time to time--if only as an antidote to the half-truths and outright lies we are surrounded with every day. A poet is someone who tries his damnedest to tell the truth, no matter the cost. But, of course, the truth is rarely simple and the truth is never clear so the poet tries to strike truth out in sparks, bashing words together like stones. Here is a poem by Leonard Cohen that is also the lyrics to a song:
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'd really like to live beside you, baby
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes
But you see that line there moving through the station?
I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those
Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I don't like your fashion business mister
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin
I don't like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'd really like to live beside you, baby ...
And I thank you for those items that you sent me
The monkey and the plywood violin
I practiced every night, now I'm ready
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I am guided...
Ah remember me, I used to live for music
Remember me, I brought your groceries in
Well it's Father's Day and everybody's wounded
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
And here is the song itself:


