Years ago I invited Robert Kelly and Gerrit Lansing to read in a
series in New York. It was a largish hall with acoustics that needed
all the help they could get. Before we started Robert's then wife,
who recorded all of his readings, asked if I wouldn't mind turning
off the sound system, as feedback would interfere with her recording.
"But no one would be able to hear them," I told her. Long, thoughtful
pause. "Oh. I guess that's important.
That said, I recorded all of the readings myself, lousy sound and
all. What with 30 years of sitting in a box, and the fact that I
don't own a four track, no telling what's left.
Mark
At 08:52 AM 10/30/2006, you wrote:
>>It's all a bit of a storm in a tea-cup. What's interesting to me is
>>the overall preciousness of Prynne that comes out.
>....
>>Roger
>
>Mind you, when Tom Leonard first read the Six Glasgow Poems in Philip
>Hobsbaum's flat at Wilton Street in Glasgow in I think 1966, Philip's
>immediate reaction was to leap across the room and drag out a reel-to-reel
>tape recorder and insist Tom immediately reread them into a microphone. In
>case Tom fell under a bus on the way home and they were lost forever.
>
>So is it preciousness (lovely word, and I'm quite prepared to believe it of
>Prynne) or a desire to preserve something for posterity that might otherwise
>be lost?
>
>(Or that the danger of falling under a bus in Glasgow was higher than the
>same thing happening at Sparty Lea. Did Sparty Lea have buses, even?)
>
>Robin
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