I am slowly and deliberately trying to introduce my general theory about music
Between and betwixt all of the writing I do about specific songs and bands, and posting of videos and things I like, I begin to outline my perspective of music as I hear it. I.e. it is a language, with a grammar, syntax, purpose of intent. In so far as a poem is written with words, it is as much music. My own writing devolves to concept and fracture. The only true voice today is the telescopic voice. And the projective voice. See Charles Olson. (What I am writing is not the reflection of what I am thinking or what I mean—it is its own thing.) One can listen for voices over the radio coming from outer space, or one can make her own voices and send them there. Music goes into orbit and doesn’t come back into the atmosphere. It goes where poetry goes.
This ocean, humiliating in its disguises
Tougher than anything.
No one listens to poetry. The ocean
Does not mean to be listened to. A drop
Or crash of water. It means
Nothing.
It
Is bread and butter
Pepper and salt. The death
That young men hope for. Aimlessly
It pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. No
One listens to poetry.
— Jack Spicer
