Rob
When I was young in Brum there was a mentally and physically disabled chap
called Mark who used to wander about the streets talking to anyone who'd
listen in rhyming couplets. They were certainly his own and extemporised.
He was a near dwarf with discoloured looking skin and a huge
disproportionate head. It was hard to say whether he was consciously making
the rhymes, the patter seemed to be his verbal consciousness, I got the
impression he was his own automatic voice.The verses were often about a
person who was strange and suffered. But this person, himself, was quite
clearly someone else to his narratives. Unlike rappers, they weren't
ego-centred, the unpleasantness of much rap is possibly uncomfortably close
to a truth about the origins of poetry, but one can travel far from a
starting point, yes?
2009/6/29 Robin Hamilton <[log in to unmask]>
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David Bircumshaw
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of ordinary unhappiness" - PP
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