tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post9193090472218502580..comments2024-02-05T00:16:13.698-05:00Comments on Banjo52: Yeats' "The Circus Animals' Desertion": Back to BasicsBanjo52http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-52500198125763718382011-07-22T15:36:41.356-04:002011-07-22T15:36:41.356-04:00LOL, seriously, I didLOL, seriously, I didPasadena Adjacenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09031325790590238246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-30114178765407562722011-07-22T14:44:09.829-04:002011-07-22T14:44:09.829-04:00Brenda, why not think that, based on the title. Bu...Brenda, why not think that, based on the title. But maybe Yeats' work was the circus, and he was its ringmaster? That has a strong strain of self-deprecation, doesn't it? Lofty poet and dramatist as carny act. I kinda like it.Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-90412598602518502212011-07-21T11:22:49.458-04:002011-07-21T11:22:49.458-04:00I actually thought this poem was going to be about...I actually thought this poem was going to be about circus animals running away from the cruel circus. I am greatly disappointed. Really! I guess 'belly button gazing' was worthy of poetry even back in Yeats' league?Brenda's Arizonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17880225110712592548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-75927700923080544252011-07-20T08:34:42.672-04:002011-07-20T08:34:42.672-04:00PA, Funny. And yeah, Actor's Studio is probabl...PA, Funny. And yeah, Actor's Studio is probably a category unto itself. (but I do get hooked once in a great while). <br /><br />I don't know if I DISlike Section Two; it's just less interesting to me than I and III. "Here is my dossier" doesn't grip me like "Here is the trash heap of my psyche as I approach the end of life. In my dotage I'm gonna try to make gold from tuna tins. Again." <br /><br />How about this: Yeats approaches a damsel at a Dublin pick-up bar and says, "Hey, baby, wanna see my work process?" But I suppose she might prefer that to his foul rag and bone shop. It's a materialistic age we live in. <br /><br />I do apologize. Once that pick-up line popped into what's left of my mind (tuna tin?), I couldn't leave it un-shared. Be kind. Don't rewind.Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-82518297637493011912011-07-17T11:22:10.520-04:002011-07-17T11:22:10.520-04:00really? it seemed personal all the way through. He...really? it seemed personal all the way through. He was showing us his work process. Like stream of consciousness. questioning his characters, editing and eventually scrapping. Why judge a clinical assessment as not worthy of paper and pen? Kind of like watching the "Actor's Studio" on cable. Seeing the process except in that case, I always cringe at the human part or parting three questions...."what would you say to god when you get to heaven?" ehk!Pasadena Adjacenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09031325790590238246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-60598510292716539822011-07-16T19:01:45.287-04:002011-07-16T19:01:45.287-04:00Paula, I know what you mean--in spades. But I'...Paula, I know what you mean--in spades. But I've also had the opposite extreme, if I may sound immodest for a second. I've come across something from months or years gone by and been surprised by how promising it seemed or simply was. I always preach to kids about proofing, Put it in a drawer for 6 months. Don't peak. Forget about it. (You will). When you go back to it (or just stumble upon it), you won't need another proofreader--you'll be looking at the work of a stranger. <br /><br />But with any luck there will be good surprises along with the dozens of bad shocks. Of course, 6 months is unrealistic in an academic setting, but I think some got the idea.Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-31823719152961530422011-07-16T10:38:37.162-04:002011-07-16T10:38:37.162-04:00If you've ever kept a journal then you know th...If you've ever kept a journal then you know that when you come back and read what you wrote, even just a year past, the reaction - for me at least - is always, "WTF?", who is this person? It makes me laugh every time.PJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12059415005282675289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-91934633266594418472011-07-15T21:34:00.587-04:002011-07-15T21:34:00.587-04:00Ken, I can't remember the band's name. May...Ken, I can't remember the band's name. Maybe I'll investigate. I'm no expert, but I thought they sounded good.<br /><br />AH, yes, tracking inspiration--is "fool's errand" too strong? I like what you quoted. Got a source for us? Would I know if I were hip? hep? down? money? word?Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-80557923165598800132011-07-15T16:18:53.451-04:002011-07-15T16:18:53.451-04:00Best poem I've ever read on writer's block...Best poem I've ever read on writer's block. I don't think we lack things to say, we're just afraid we've said it all before and better.<br /><br />And then there's the part about whether or not we've been true to the source of the inspiration. What's the debt. Sometimes where we started is unrecognizable. Does that matter.<br /><br />Reminds me of this:<br /><br />"So all my words, however true/might sing you through a thousand Junes/but no one would ever know that you/were beauty, for an afternoon."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-48371573249714281192011-07-15T15:31:20.890-04:002011-07-15T15:31:20.890-04:00I'd like to hear this gig. Post an MP3!I'd like to hear this gig. Post an MP3!Ken Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100185198750536244noreply@blogger.com