I don't buy any of this rap=cutting edge poetry argument . . .
it's essentially juvenile. And predominantly male (which
figures . . .). How many 40-year-old rappers are there?
I've only ever heard one decent line in a rap song --
Is that your head or is your neck blowing a bubble?
On this musical note, I would highly recommend the new 2-CD
David Sylvian retrospective, whose work is the closest thing
to poetry in the popular music world in my opinion -- 'Everything
and Nothing'. Here's a few lines at random . . .
Shades of mid-life crisis
Eyes of petrochemical blue
It speaks to ghosts and the souls alike
Springs to life, doesn't think twice
Wrapped in the blood sail
Bathed in snow
Nailed to the source and it won't let go
Fed on the bible, grown from trees
It opened the mind and the heart was free
A home in the silence safe from sound
Where trouble sleeps and the light is found
Recording angels and the poets of the night
Bring back the trophies of the battles that we fight
From different maps
Dead bees on a cake
You're sweeping the forest
Man, it's getting late
The milkweed is growing
Through cotton grass
You borrowed the car
But you didn't ask
You've misunderstood the place where you stand
Godman
Andy
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