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Monday, October 5, 2026

Woolf and Morrison

 Someone on Facebook was outraged that there would be a Nigerian adaptation of Mrs Dalloway. The poster invoked the names of Baldwin and Morrison, among others, to denounce this. All the comments on the post agreed. Woolf is unsufferable!  

Then I started to wonder, what would Toni Morrison think about Woolf? The answer was a google search away. Her MA thesis was on Woolf and Faulkner. This makes perfect sense, because they are two masters of modernist prose and any serious writer might have something to learn from. 

 But oh, colonialism, white supremacy. What could anyone possibly learn from a British woman of the upper classes?  

Sunday, October 4, 2026

Lorca and the canon

 When I started working on Lorca I noticed that people love the canon.  I became 10 times more famous, meaning that maybe 150 people were interested in what I had to say, rather than only 15. I think that people's actual preferences are evident in what they do, not in what they claim they do. So while people talk about having a preference for things excluded from the canon, they don't really mean it. If you are dealing with a non-canonical writer, you have to first convince other people to care in the first place. With Lorca, that was never a problem. Even when meeting with my financial advisor the other week, for example, when I explained my research, he hadn't heard of Lorca, but then looked him up and became interested immediately.  

I can say, people have a preference for the canon. But another way of saying that is that the canon is defined by this preference. Now the canon has a huge projection in middle-brow culture. It's not a snobbish or high-brow thing. In fact, it is only in certain sectors of academia that people even worry about questioning the canon. A true snob will care about a minor writer you've never heard of. 

By middle-brow here, I mean Harold Bloom books on Shakespeare or on the Western canon, movies made from Jane Austen, Shakespeare movies, the appearance of Dante's inferno in a tv series like "Murder in a Small Town." My theory is that truly canonical writers spawn more than scholarly study: they enter popular culture, more specifically the upper segment of pop culture that I am calling middle-brow here. 

Lorca is the subject of novels, plays, operas and art songs, comic books (or "graphic novels," the middle-brow version of comics), illustrated editions, film adaptations, imitations, parodies, homages, and translations, of course. There is a whole secondary body of work inspired by him, in practically any genre you can think of.  So, for example, there will be statues and portraits of him.  









Thursday, October 1, 2026

The Clichés of Lorca Studies

 In his own lifetime Lorca's first glimmerings of fame almost immediately gave rise to Lorquismo. He would warn actors he was directing in his own plays not to perform Lorquismo. His work casts a shadow like that of any other canonical writer: think of Kafka and the Kafkaesque. Lorquismo is a kind of a kind of Andalusian kitsch, or we could say, a repertory of clichés associated with the poet. 

Canonical writers have whole critical industries devoted to them: archives, libraries, journals; articles and books. They are also the subject of imitation, parody, homage, adaptation, musical setting, and translation. The reception of the canonical writer, then, will be both academic and popular.  

 Calling something a cliché seems to be negative designation, but it is impossible to have a critical industry or a popular reception without having commonplace ideas that are repeated ad nauseam. A commonplace is not even a bad thing, per se. It is just something that occurs with some statistical frequency.  

Usually, a cliché is a cliché for a reason; it has some genuine basis in the writer's work. 

We should expose clichés, recognize them for what they are, and see how they arose. I will give three examples here. 

1) Lorca as childlike creator.  He is a kind of man-child, innocent and driven by primeval instincts. An inspired poet rather than a fully conscious one.  

2) Andalusian Kitsch.  He represents the idea of romantic Spain, as defined in romanticism itself and in the work of Hemingway.  Flamenco music, bullfighting. The duende. Olive trees and orange blossoms. 

3) Poet of frustrated desire. There is just one theme in work: desire. All of his works are saying the same thing.  

I could go on.  He is the voice of the people, the exemplary victim of fascist violence, poet of tragic vision...

I won't bother to refute the commonplaces, not because I accept them, but because I think identifying them in this way already invites a certain amount of skepticism. Lorca scholars tend to be more nuanced: no serious specialist actually subscribes to any of these clichés.  (Except when they do.) 

In a way, too, the fact that there are many clichés is good thing, because that creates a less unitary vision of his work. If there were just one, it would be even worse. In a way, you can't have Kafka without the Kafkaesque: that is what makes Kafka resonate, even it sounds somewhat cliché to insist on that aspect of his work. Can you have Lorca without Lorquismo? Probably not.  

 

Tuesday, September 29, 2026

The Music from Lorca's plays

 The music for Lorca's plays, arranged by Lorca himself. was published in Spain in 1960, by the Unión Musical Española, in transcriptions by Gustavo Pittaluga. Pittaluga, a composer of Lorca's own Generation of 1927, consulted with Lorca's sisters, Concha and Isabel, and an actor, Santiago Ontañón, who essentially sang the music they remembered to him. The volume itself is a bibliographical rarity, but I was able to get one a few years back. Strangely, the book doesn't appear much in the secondary literature on Lorca and music. The book has a prologue by José Bergamín. 

The songs appear recorded by Germaine Montero, a French singer. I don't know if she used this book, but she was recording with another composer, Bacarisse, who was also part of the Pittaluga group. 

Some of the music consists of non-Lorca songs, that he put in his plays. Another category is songs for which he wrote the words, but used a pre-existing popular melody. Finally, there are songs that may be Lorca's own melodies. I can't say what these are, because I would have to know every possible melody in Spanish folklore to say a melody is NOT from Spanish folklore.  

Anyway, Lorca and music is a huge topic, but it is still possible to find out new things.  



Wednesday, September 23, 2026

A story

 I heard a short story by Sherman Alexie in my car. I think it's called "The Door." 

A man is a film editor. He is editing a semi-pornographic film at home in the middle of the day. Someone knocks on the door, he doesn't answer, and then he hears glass break in the basement. He grabs his son's metal little-league metal baseball bat. It is small but metal. He goes down, confronts the black teen burglar, who charges him. The man swings the bat and kills the teen. 

He isn't charged with murder, but is vilified in the press as white man killing a black teen. But he is not white, but a registered Spokane Indian! He protests about this misidentification, gets vilified more. Also is vilified for editing porno film! Now for the first time he is uneasy around blacks. 

Of course it is not a light-hearted story, but it is not humorless either. It is intersectional in all the right ways, mostly in the way the character, who narrates in the first person, has a high opinion of himself. He thinks of himself as a savior figure by editing the film to minimize the exploitation of the young woman performing in it, but it ends up being far worse. The bat is brilliant detail. It is small, but at the same time powerful. 

The initial point is that in film editing, you don't need to show someone entering into a room through a door, because it people are already inside, you can surmise they entered through a door. But yet this unimportant detail can be important after all: an unanswered knock on the door has its own consequences.  

Sunday, September 20, 2026

The Bluest Eye (Toni Morrison)

 I listened to the author read this book on Audible.  She is a very good reader of her own work, as is Sherman Alexie, whose book The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian I also listened too. 

The main character in The Bluest Eye is mostly passive victim, and hence the plot of the novel is inherently weak on some level,  though the novel compensates for that in other ways. It is mostly about black racism against other blacks, and against themselves. There are a lot of virtuoso passages and heavy doses of didacticism. She is good at character and setting, and cultural observation. 

The Alexie novel features a very pro-active protagonist who takes action to change his life by going to a white school just outside the edge of the reservation.  The antagonists are mostly other Indians, who resent him for leaving the reservation (and beat him up a lot before he leaves). I listened after to some interviews with the author, and then I realized that it was supposed to be a young adult novel.  Well, obviously, but I wasn't thinking about that while listening. It is very funny and very well-written, in the Bildungsroman tradition.  The narrative tension comes from the fact that he is at odds with his best friend, and is able to achieve things by entering the white world. It's pretty obvious that the protagonist is the author himself, lightly fictionalized.  

Subtlety is fine, but sometimes you want someone just to say things openly, and to have some Subject Matter.  I have not particular investment now in being high brow in fiction reading.   

I'm reading a Sciascia novel in Italian, El giorno della civetta. There is a mafia killing in Sicily and a police captain solving it. I can read a page and understand nothing, read another page and get almost everything, so I have to circle back a lot. I guess the owl is nocturnal, so day-break is not a good time for it?  It's from a line from Henry VI.   

Thursday, September 17, 2026

fuzzy


Since I can't draw well I tend to use a deliberately fuzzy style.  Then the incompetence seems to be on purpose rather than merely bad.  Once in a while something recognizable emerges.  


 

Wednesday, September 16, 2026

I found this poem I wrote

 "I speak in the passive voice."

No, that's not quite right. 

One would think rocks would get rough with age,
wouldn't you? An argument not worth having,

Camarón told him, he didn't believe it. 
Spinoza told him, he didn't believe it. 

But what? The thinness of strangers? 
Gruel for thought? 

I slept then woke, the usual order. 
I emerged into the daylight.

That curious unfinished quality there, 
a diagnosis cruel as glass in the pond. 

I slipped into a patter designed to fool,
designed to defer or postpone. 

You didn't deserve my deference,
you claimed, my condescension nor my recipes. 

I replaced your walls with something stronger,
but they would be torn down the next day anyway. 

It was worth it for the look on your face. 
You should have seen yourself squirm! 

I showed you better ways to do things. 
I have small hopes for a better life.

Tuesday, September 15, 2026

Ha!

 I believe this is me:  


"I once invited a kick-ass speaker to campus to give a talk on academic productivity. He gave tons of useful suggestions that I still use all the time. 

When we were leaving the event, a colleague who’d spent 20 years complaining that she couldn’t go up for promotion because she didn’t know how to get herself together and publish anything drawled, “What a disappointing event. I thought he was going to say something interesting and instead he said we need to write every day.”



Saturday, September 12, 2026

Bibliographical Fridays

 I've decided to work on bibliographies on Fridays. So I can write m-th and then catch up on references on Fridays. Otherwise, I would wait to the very end to do my works cited and it would take me forever.  

Friday, September 11, 2026

Fulbright Poems

 I never wanted to go to a foreign place and write poetry based on observations, things that I saw there. That would seem forced to me, and I dislike other poets' travelogue or Fulbright fellowship poems. I dislike things that are picturesque like that, rising from the obligation to report on one's immediate surroundings.  

I was in the Basque Country and elated. I had just taught my last class and was retiring.  Everything in Navarre and the Basque Country was wonderful; I saw some sights and tasted some good pintxos and wines. But the euphoria was really coming from within.  

Brilliance

 I used to enjoy my own "brilliance," the "dance of the intellect" in my own head.  Obviously that is a youthful feeling that could cause me embarrassment now, looking back at it and seeing my past immaturity with clarity. Yet thinking in this way I would be the same old guy who might have looked down at someone like me at the time. My past self does not deserve that condescension! In part because I am still that brilliant young self: that is the basis for my current intellectual maturity, such as it is.  It was a necessary step in my development. Now if I had always been mediocre, perhaps I could have worked steadily and accomplished something, but I think starting off hot was the only path for me.  

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

3 projects

 Right now I have


Article for Cambridge Companion to Modernism, on FGL.

Article for Oxford Companion to FGl: Lorca in English translation. 

The Musical Legacy of Federico García Lorca.  A book on that topic. 

My plan is working M-F.  on these three things.  

The 2 articles are 8,000 words each. 

The book will be 5 chapters, averaging 10,000 words each. 

That's all I got. 

Friday, September 4, 2026

Fussy writing, pretentious writing, fancy writing

 

Fussy writing is done with an eye to not make a mistake. A fussy writer might distinguish between continual and continuous, maybe. There is nothing wrong with a little bit of fussiness, but some writers think in terms of shibboleths.  "I will never use the word thus or hence," they might think. I don't use these words very much, but I don't want to mostly be on the defensive when I'm writing.  Most of the customary shibboleths are kind of stupid. Avoiding them won't make me a good writer; they are more like talismans that I think might offer some protection against the accusations of not being a careful writer.  We were taught to write "Lorca, however...." instead of "However, Lorca...."  What's important is being able to choose, though. 

Pretentious writing: I am adopting a pose, "interrogating the conditions of ..."  The jargon itself is the point: it me you in the club with others who share that vocabulary. It's not even fussy, doesn't rise to that level, because it isn't attuned to fine distinctions or the avoidance of mistakes. 

What I like right now is fancy writing. What I mean is that each word is the right one, the sentences are balanced and flowing.  I don't repeat that many words, because each paragraph brings me something new where the words will be different. I can avoid pretentiousness, not worry about fussiness. 

Thursday, September 3, 2026

Setting your own standard

 I like to begin with things that I can control; things that I don't have to ask permission to do. Now that I am Professor Emeritus my degree of freedom is complete. There is no job review any more. 

The first freedom in academic research is in the choice of topic. I can choose any topic that I want, and take any possible approach. I cannot control how interested other people are, or how my work will be received. I can think about things outside of my control, but I cannot change them. My topic happens to be "Lorca and Music," and I am studying the poet's musical activities and posthumous legacy. 

After that, one thing under my control is the standards I set for myself. How clear do I want my writing to be? How tightly organized? What amount of knowledge of the raw subject matter is necessary? How granular is my approach? How interesting or original do I want my scholarship to be? 

I can also ask more specific questions. Do I want sign-posting, jargon? How do I balance granularity of knowledge with the capacity to communicate to audience who doesn't have that degree of interest in minutiae, while at the same time being rigorously accurate? 

Most people will say they want all of this! This is great, but there is a usefulness also in making all of this explicit and intentional. Write it out as a list. Prioritize your goals. For example, some papers will not be as original: they will present interesting synthesis of knowledge already available.  

(Probably if your standard is high, then you will get further in the review process for publishing articles. If a journal has a 5% acceptance rate, you want to be in top 10% in quality to give yourself a good chance of getting a "revise and resubmit." You don't hear people complaining about papers because the language is not vague enough, or the organization is too coherent. Usually, reviewers will respond warmly to competence.)  

The next freedom is the freedom to live up to your own standards. For example, at one point I taught myself to write better. At another stage, I taught myself to write better again. I did research to improve my granular knowledge of the subject matter. Articles I wrote that were not up to my own standard were rejected. Some were up the standard of the field, in that they were published, but possibly mediocre from my own perspective. 

Envisioning the standard is the main step. That will allow you to figure out how to achieve it.  Without the standards in place in your mind, though, you will be lost.  


Sunday, August 30, 2026

1-liners

 

Is a callous part of me? I lose some dry skin yet feel none the less. 

***

I feel less Angst than Bronk that things have no meaning. 

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I was a scholar not a poet. The decision was made for me. 

***

Who made the comedians the experts on your town? 

***

My exwife hated my fountain pens, my coffee grounds.  



Friday, August 28, 2026

Degrees of confidence

 Surrounding the Jason Arday case, there are huge areas of deception, inconsistency, fraud, plagiarism, exaggeration, embellishment. It is not just a question of plagiarism, but of an entire back story that kept changing shape. This not a question of one or two lies, but of a pattern of shifting narratives. 

The result is that it is impossible to have any degree of confidence in any claim made by Arday, or claim made on his behalf by others. Some things in his memoir may be true, but why would anyone have any confidence in any of it? Even a seemingly innocuous detail could be false.  

It would take a rigorous forensic process to sort out the lies and deceptions. At the same time, we're told that Arday was subject to far too much scrutiny! 

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Mediocrity

The first point is that half the people are going to be below average, in any given endeavor.  There will be a lot of people clustered in the middle, on any bell curve, as well. If your definition of mediocre is below average, then that will be half. If your defintion is "middling," then you will get a substantial number. 

The second point is that mediocrity is defined contextually, by people already engaged in doing something. So a mediocre second-baseman will look mediocre compared to others in the same league, but still be better than anyone who couldn't play in the league in the first place. He had to have risen to that major league level even to achieve "mediocrity."  

Mediocre is pejorative adjective, that seems to mean "middling," but has come to mean "bad" instead. The connotation has usurped the denotation. This is because it is only used when something doesn't meet expectations for excellence. On a tenure committee I was on everyone was judged excellent by their departments, to the point that calling them "very good" was almost insulting, and caused heated debates. That is because rhetorically speaking nobody can be below average, even though we know honestly that there is a middle and a bottom to the curve, not just a top.  

When I hear the phrase "mediocre white man" I don't think of myself. Nobody does. Only other people are mediocre. If I object to the phrase, then I sound defensive.  

Monday, August 24, 2026

Jason Arday

 I have been reading some of the takes on the Arday case. 

1) Andrew Gelman is a statistician and expert on scientific fraud and malfeasance. He has no problem with the obvious fact that Arday is a fraud:  

"Actually, it’s worse than that. Cambridge was informed about Arday’s research fraud three years ago, but the university first refused to investigate the problem, then last year when a news story was about to come out on it, they sicced lawyers on the newspaper to suppress it.


So, here we go again. Jason Arday, like David Agus, did not live up to his part of the bargain. Society gave him status and he returned the favor by lying all over the place."

2) Jason Stanley is a philosopher and purported expert on fascism and propaganda. He doesn't look closely at Arday's actual research, but concludes that since Arday's articles have some citations, that Arday must be a legitimate scholar after all. But of course, if they were plagiarized and fraudulent, then the number of citations wouldn't matter. 

3) Henry Giroux blames big factors. Systemic colonialism, systems of power:  

"Arday’s death must be understood against a wider culture of cruelty and dehumanization, one nourished by systemic racism and by a social order organized around greed, dispossession, hierarchy, and profound inequality. This is a system in which the legacies of colonialism have not disappeared but have been absorbed into institutions, cultural assumptions, and structures of privilege that continue to determine who belongs, who is protected, whose failures are forgiven, and who is subjected to relentless scrutiny."

Every thing's to blame except actual humans taking actions. It's all structures and systems doing the work, the bigger and more pervasive, the more explanatory power.   

4) John McWhorter views the problem as one of assuming that black intellectuals are mediocre anyway. If you accept that, then you will hire a black professor as a token and not care about the quality:

" Compared with some other examples of the genre, Arday’s mendacity and incompetence are especially stupefying. But he is nonetheless a symptom of academia’s dehumanization of black scholars and willingness to accept intellectual mediocrity in its self-seeking pursuit of virtue."  

Every one of these responses is completely predictable by the commenter's particular vantage point.  Gelman is an expert on fraud in academia, especially in the social sciences. McWhorter is black linguist who has come out against wokeness, Stanley is a philosopher who has branched out into rather superficial political commentary, Giroux is an expert on critical pedagogy.  

Maybe my response is predictable as well. My reaction to each of these takes is a foregone conclusion. I will have more to say about Giroux later. How can an academic culture so cruel and hierarchical also align itself so perfectly with Giroux's own ideological position? 


Saturday, August 22, 2026

How I made it in academia

 I had a successful academic career. I retired recently as a full professor at a flagship state school, published a number of books and numerous articles. I won the major research award in my university. I was nominated a few times by my department to be a Distinguished Professor, but I was not selected. I applied for other jobs once in a while at more prestigious universities, but I did not get them. I probably rose as high as I was meant to. Salaries stagnated in my institution while I was a tenured faculty member there, so I never made the same amount as other full professors made in my same department the year I was promoted. When I complained about my small salary bump, a prominent "feminist philosopher" who was associate dean at the time told me I was lucky to have a job at all. 

This is how I did it: 

I had long been fascinated by poetry. I was a voracious reader and wanted to be a poet. But my actual aptitude was for figuring out how poetry worked. I became a good student of literature simply because I had read more than most people had, even most people going into the field, and because I thought about literature more analytically than most people.  I essentially trained myself. Of course, I also studied for my courses, but I tended to learn more from my own reading and study than what others could teach me.  

I was also a second generation academic, so I had started to think like a college professor when I was a teenager. This is what we would call privilege, now.  Let's say, though, that starting early is an advantage, as in almost every other human endeavor. 

I switched my major from English to Comp Lit. and studied a year abroad in Madrid. I pursued a comp lit degree at Stanford, with the goal of being a specialist in Spanish and/or Latin American poetry. I realized that the Latin American field was too politicized for my taste, and that I could leverage my knowledge of Spanish poetry to become an expert. I read the secondary literature in my field, and assessed its quality. I saw that I could do at least as well as some of the experts in this field. 

My interest, for better or for worse, is how poetry works on its terms, a kind of poetry engineering, as it were. This could still be done in the 1980s, when I began. I am not opposed to politically driven research into literature and culture, but it is simply not my thing, not what I am good at.  

I wasn't interested in studying Spanish fiction. A lot of people did this, and the field was crowded while also being prone to plot summaries. It would be easy to distinguish myself in a smaller field. 

I realized that a lot of people going into Spanish were not literature nerds like me. Those people were going into English. I had an automatic advantage over people who were going into the field for other reasons. I could leverage my greater understanding and knowledge of literature and the privilege that came with being a second generation academic. 

I wrote a dissertation on major, but still only half-recognized poet, whose work had been ill-served by the critics, in my view. I wrote the dissertation to be my first book, with few revisions. I know people tell students now that the only important thing is finishing the dissertation, not how good it is, and that the first book project can be something different from the dissertation, but I thought I needed to start my career on a solid foundation.

Looking back on it, the dissertation and first book does not seem as intellectually deep as some of my later work. But if still stands up well in my own biased opinion. 

I determined what the top journals in my field were, and submitted articles to them, with success. I hedged my bets by also publishing in some second-tier journals. My first university, another flagship university in the midwest, was on a quarter system. I learned that you could teach a summer quarter, of shorter duration, and take one of the three other quarters off. I did this a lot and had time to write a second book, which is still one of my most cited works. 

I was recruited to another flagship university and got the job. There was a fallow period, in which I began projects without being able to finish them. I still published enough, so that there are not significant gaps in my cv unless you look very closely. 

Then I got an idea to write about the most canonical Spanish poetry, Federico García Lorca, in American literature and culture. Lorca was well-studied, but not from this angle. In a way, it was having the idea to right this book that was the most significant moment of my career. 

At around the same time, I completed work on another book on contemporary Spanish poetry. Two books appeared during, and I was promoted to Professor. I needed four books to accomplish this promotion, not the normal two, because I had not produced at a steady rhythm, and had not excelled in my service obligations to the university. (Later, I was able to figure out how to contribute to the department more productively.) I am also not a natural born teacher, and had difficulties until I was able to figure out how to do better there.  

The Lorca book brought me a lot of attention, since it was of interest to readers of American poetry as well. Also, working on a canonical author brings more rewards. People talk about the value of non-canonical authors, but their actions speak louder. When dealing with a canonical author, the interest of the audience is simply assumed: you don't have to argue for the importance of Lorca. The audience is automatically larger and more engaged. 

Through continued work on contemporary Spanish poetry, I became known in Spain as well, and was invited to lecture there with some frequency. I continued to work on Lorca, and became known and respected in this subfield. I began to specialize in musical settings of Lorca's work, another well-known but at the same time ill-studied subject. I have now retired, but still work on my research projects. 

This essay is not meant to be advice, because I don't know if my trajectory could be reproduced in today's academic climate. What I had going for me was an educated family background, a strong intellectual interest, set when I was very young, vast amounts of reading and thinking about literature, a strong competitive drive to be one of the best scholars in my own field, and the luck to be able to leverage these advantages in environments favorable to my scholarly temperament. I've only received two job offers in my entire career, at two flagships where I worked. If I hadn't been hired, then I would have had no academic career at all.





Wednesday, August 19, 2026

The massage therapist and the onion farmer

 I was hearing my niece and another middle aged guy discuss the value of bartering, exchanging things of value instead of using money.  Money is of no intrinsic value, and earning or exchanging money allows the government to tax.  

Later, I developed an idea about this. It is fairly obvious, but suppose an onion farmer wants to get a massage. She can go in and pay for it with 80 pounds of onions. But now the masseur has 80 pounds of onions. He has to figure out how to barter those with some other people, for other things. Nobody is going to want that many onions, maybe. So for every massage there will be too much of something else on hand. He will need a certain number of hours in the day to negotiate a lot of deals. A lot of people won't want to do regular business with the farmer, because they don't want that many onions at a time. 

Now, would you like $80, or $80 worth of onions? Money is fungible, so you don't have to worry about having too much of it on hand. Some barters are beneficial and easy, maybe, but as an overall system it isn't practical.  

Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Voracious

 Every high-level academic I have ever known is a voracious reader. We read, or have read, vast quantities. Just saying... Even low level academics are readers. 

Usually, you have to read in your own field, in the course of doing research, and also just to keep up generally with things.

Then, you usually have some side interests, as well, and a general knowledge of history, philosophy, etc... 

You will know a lot of things superficially, and a few things well. Breadth and depth. 

There is also maturity. I was smart when I was 28 and just got my PhD, but my depth is greater now.  My total score: depth, breadth, originality, and quickness of thought, is probably better now.   

Suspect

 Someone in Grad school, in David Halliburton's theory course my first semester, said that in a capitalist society scientific facts are generated in the same way that industrial products were, through a capitalist mode of production. I thought that was a strange idea, so I asked for an example, and the example offered to me floored me.  The person's example was a scientist who argued for genetic component in intelligence, on racist grounds. 

Now, this racism is despicable, but it had no bearing on the phenomenon of which it is supposedly an example. This has nothing to do with capitalism, etc... There wasn't some actual mode of production of scientific data infected by capitalism. It was simply science in the service of something bad. 

I could have protested, but instead I felt humiliated, in a strange way. I knew instinctively that I couldn't argue, because even if I knew I was right there was another part of the picture: I realized that there was a different standard for arguments in this academic milieu, which was Stanford's Modern Thought and Literature program. (I was in comp lit., but we both shared this theory seminar as our intro course.) If you could tie something to politics in a crude, inaccurate, handwaving kind of way, that is all you had to do to win an argument.  The reference to racism sealed the point, because those are magic words for winning an argument.  Of course, most science is not about heritability of intelligence, and most scientists reject that idea, in fact. How can this be typical or illustrative in any way?  

Strangely, the person in question is someone I personally like and still count as a friendonfacebook. 

Another friend from High School who I like posts cringe memes on Facebook, inspiring stories of achievement written by AI.  They are written in the dark and stormy night style. Other leftist friends post cringe worthy content as well. There is something wrong with me temperamentally, because I find this kind of thing unbearable.  

Monday, August 17, 2026

When I was a kid

 When I was a kid I was trying to figure out how poetry worked. I wasn't a gifted writer, but I was curious about how it worked, kind of like from an engineering perspective, though I would be a sorry excuse for an engineer. I studied it from a college textbook when I was 12, maybe, and then went through the whole Norton Anthology. I just tried to figure it out from the inside. I still wanted to be a poet. 

I went to school with certain poets, figuring them out, like William Blake, WCW. I've done this with Borges, Frank O'Hara. I still do this in music, with Monk. 

I found a place in academia where I could continue this, and rose near to the top of this world. I studied languages, became an expert in my own subfield. 

So if anyone else reading has done this, how can we place a value on work that does not reflect an equivalent level of dedication and training?  How can we say that it also deserves praise?  

Training

 Imagine, then, two people of the same aptitude.  

One reads voraciously, learns languages, trains himself to write, learns about a variety of other subjects, (history, art history) plays music, figures out how to succeed in academia, rises to the top of an academic field.

The other: pursues a non-academic career, does fine. Main hobby is watching sports, maybe.  

The variability is in two factors: the opportunity, usually provided by a certain amount of "privilege" growing up, and the drive to do actually do it. I had both. I could have easily had the same privilege and same aptitude, and done nothing with it. 

The training is about 90% of the academic's value. It is work: training oneself to do all these things at a top level, but also expanding the brain through music and language learning. The non-academic could have done it, but didn't.   

Only a reduced percentage of the population get a doctorate or equivalent.  Even for a smart person it is not easy. 

Of these people, only a few get to research jobs and publish. Of these, a certain percentage is more or less on the top. It is an elite proposition, and it takes a lot. This is why academia, structurally, is elitist. 


Monday, July 20, 2026

Disorientation

 Here in Barcelona I went to restaurant one Sunday soon after I arrived. It had one of those fixed menus and they advertised "jazz moodd todo el día."  [sic]  They had good music, perhaps some Sonny Rollins followed by Miles, etc... The food was a little salty but not too bad. 

A few days later I started to go to one of the outside terraces near where I live; did it several times, having some beer or wine and tapas in the past few weeks. Then yesterday, I went back to the "jazz moodd" place.  Not as many places were open, and I had the same food more or less, but sitting on the other side of the restaurant this time. I was starting the suspect something, so I exited from the other door, onto another street, and there I was, at the outdoor terrace I had been frequenting on several other nights. It was the exact same restaurant, just experienced somewhat differently: day vs. night, one street vs the other, outdoors or indoors. The wait staff was different during the say. 

 I hadn't really noticed the name the first time, so even though I knew the outside place was called "Ginger" I didn't really associate it with the "other" place at all until I had another daytime meal there.  

Saturday, July 18, 2026

Dante

 I saw in an interview with Borges (by Piglia) that he didn't think you needed to translate Dante into Spanish. Instead, you should read Dante in Italian, by learning another dialect of Latin. He had read the commedia several times himself, unsurprisingly.  

He always says that the scholarly editions of Dante in Italian are quite good, which is not hard to believe.   

Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Dream of New Yorker

 I had a mini-story accepted by the New Yorker.  But when it was about to come out (in the dream) it was merely a negation of my acceptance. Not exactly a letter of rejection, but something that had that same effect.  

Wednesday, July 8, 2026

Theory of Rhyme

Repetition + difference. 

Marks endings.  

Monday, July 6, 2026

From song to poem and back again

 


Here's what it could be. There is song; a poet imitates the song form and creates the poem. The composer sets the poem to music, and there is a new song.  

But this new song is different from the original, anonymous, popular song.  In 2 ways.  Now the text comes first, and is set to music. (In the original form of a song, music and words both come first, in a way. There is no necessary precedence.)  Secondly, there is a popularization of a text that belongs to the cultured tradition.  

Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Simple things at a high level

I saw a video by the drummer T. Igoe about doing simple things at a high level of proficiency. That would be my philosophy too.  Complex things done with a high level of proficiency are also great, but complex things done badly are doubly bad.    

As I type

 As I type my fingers act automatically. I don't look at the keyboard: my fingers simply know where the letters are. I make mistakes, but that is beside the point. My brain knows on some level what I am doing. For example, it knows that some words only need the left hand. However, to remind my brain of where a letter is, I have to move my fingers. I couldn't recite to you the querty keyboard.  

On the piano, my fingers also know where the keys are. I can play blind, for example. I can make a mistake if the key I am reaching for is two octaves up. 

The neurological process of writing by hand is different, I'm told.  Maybe better, but there is still a beauty in the unconscious logic of typing.  

Words cannot describe

I've talked about this trope before. In a formulaic way, words cannot describe just means the experience is powerful.  It really isn't about words themselves, but about experience.  You expect me to say something, but any statement pales in proportion to the experience itself. "I have no words..." and then the speaker gives a speech anyway about having no words. 

The next stage of the trope is to focus on language itself. Here, the point is that language is inadequate on some fundamental level. Inadequate for the enormous experience... but I would say also not really suited to evoke even ordinary life. I cannot make my words smell like cinnamon. If you already know what it smells like, then the word just functions as an arbitrary surrogate. If you don't know the smell, or if you don't know the word, then it doesn't work at all.

The third step in my argument is that this is not what language is supposed to do anyway. It was never supposed to be a surrogate for reality itself. It can only be judged inadequate because we have a false idea of what it's supposed to be. Take music. We can use language to notate music, but it is a bit awkward: a quarter note triplet played legato on G4. We have another system, called sheet music, that does the job better, though it is also awkward to read and write except for highly trained musicians. The sheet music is inadequate too, but good enough to preserve musical ideas and tell the performer how to realize them.  

Here's where it gets interesting. Even though that is not the main job of language, language can be evocative also. It is no longer an abstract representation of reality, but an experience that is real in its own right. This is something that we call "poetry." The combination of words gives us something new, something that cuts through our ordinary perception with an intensity. Think of a poem that tries to talk about the experience of listening to Monk play.  Ok.  It will probably be a bad poem because it sets itself up to fail by trying to replicate an experience in an inadequate medium.  Now think of a poem that is not about Monk but replicates the experience of his music in a different medium, adequate to itself.  

 

Monday, June 29, 2026

Terrible arguments

 You need to study humanities because it is the only way to learn critical thinking, etc...  

Then explain how people in the humanities, the actual professors and prestigious intellectuals, propose and accept really terrible arguments?  How will the undergraduates studying these things be able to escape terrible arguments, or judge which arguments are better than others?  We cannot even agree about what a poem means. 

I'm not setting myself up as the arbiter of what a good or bad argument is.  But I am a professor of humanities (at least one of the humanities), and some arguments seem bad to me.  Is it because I didn't study enough humanities?  What if I and another humanist disagree about what a terrible argument is?  Who is going to decide who is right? A third humanist? A committee? 

(I'm not giving examples, because then we would be debating the merits of particular arguments. Maybe my example of a terrible argument is something you think is wonderful. That is the problem in the first place.)

***

I guess the shortcut is to think the left wing arguments are supported by critical thinking, and the right wing ones are right wing memes.  But then the critical thinking arguments disappears, because the right (left) answer is always obvious. It is "on the right side of history."  No thinking is required after all! No amount of humanities education fixes this.  

Act of God

 There was a video with Joe Pass saying his talent was God-given, etc... 

There's another one where he explains how he learned to play: he would listen to a Charlie Parker solo for hours in order to replicate it perfectly, and then do another, another after that, etc... with many solos by many players of various instruments.  He wouldn't just learn guitar solos.  

Let's say that both perspectives are valid from the point of view of the player, and there is no actual contradiction between being given a gift and putting in a superhuman effort to make that gift something real.  Maybe the gift is just sitting down and doing it for hours at a time for many years.   

They asks Ron Carter about his bass influences. He said his influence was a trombone player, J.J. Johnson, getting that agility moving from note to note efficiently while seeming to move the slide very little. Johnson was trying to play on a brass instrument with the grace agility of a saxophone, not emulate other trombone players. I think Roy Eldridge on the trumpet was trying to play like Coleman Hawkins, not other trumpet players.  

A movie dream

 I had a kind of disturbing dream.  It wasn't happening to me; it was more of a movie I was watching. A man was attacked and had to kill his two attackers. It was at a school where his daughters studied, but it happened off hours. I will spare you graphic details. I knew there were twenty minutes left in the movie, in which the police would interrogate the man. It wasn't clear whether he would be accused or not.  

I awoke with some relief that it was only a dream / only a movie and didn't concern me directly, though somehow I was the protagonist of the narrative, at one remove.  

Friday, June 26, 2026

I got another email from the pretentious poet

 It was similar but not identical to the first one.  There was no acknowledgment of my unenthusiastic response to his first message.  I'm not sure if the poems he is sending me now are different or the same from the mediocre ones he sent me last time.  It kind of feels like a joke or an AI thing. I'm not sure even if this person exists. Probably he or it is sending these messages to many people. Some new kind of spam?  

So this time I won't respond at all.  

Thursday, June 25, 2026

A dream

 I was walking near some docks, and the memory came to me of having worked there. I remembered some nasty union officials and company bosses, and co-workers who nicknamed me "college boy" or "college." I was skeptical because it didn't fit in with anything I remembered or with my self-image. 

As I woke up I thought about other situations in which the dream world had a kind of self-consistency, as though it were a world that existed. One in which there was some kind of summer work and a particular bus to take to get to a coastal resort.  

Saturday, June 20, 2026

A first?

 Alice Notley notes that when she was writing poems about being pregnant and then a young mother and taking care of kids, etc... that that kind of poetry, based on that experience, had never been written before. I'm not going to dispute that because what matters is her perception of this. She is probably right, and any counter example would be the exception that proves the rule.  

I mentioned that Cummings poem about Buffalo Bill is the first poem ever about the death of a pop culture celebrity.  I can't prove that either, and if someone has an earlier example I would stand corrected.  

Another first might be Keats' "This living hand, now capable of earnest grasping...."  This is the first poem I know that has that quality of emotional rawness to it. It's not even in other Keats poems. 

Of course, once you see that, you can go back and find precursors to any thing that seems to be a "first," like Borges's precursors of Kafka. Kafka is a first: there is not that particular feeling in literature before that.  

That would seem to be the important thing, because all the archetypes have always existed, the narrative structures of quest or homecoming, the particular rhythms of plots with up and down movements, problems being posed and resolved. You can't be original with that, but new kinds of feeling can come into being.  You can have the -esque of Kafkaesque.  (And I don't mean the Kafka cliché, but the feeling one gets from it.).  

What are some other firsts?  I associate this with writers who "cut through" and identify new forms of feeling, make them recognizable.  

Friday, June 12, 2026

What's wrong with this?

I was looking at this report:  


https://worldhumanitiesreport.org/report/



The humanities are a resource of critical analysis and interpretation. At the same time, this report reveals a tension between the humanities understood as core practices of national identity formation, imperialism, and dominance, and the humanities understood as the critical global humanities: resources through which nationalism, imperialism, and dominance have been questioned, analyzed, dissected, and displaced."


What's wrong with this?  



Thursday, June 11, 2026

Monk Project

 I have a Monk project. consisting of learning as many tunes as possible. I know Bemsha Swing very well, and have learned Friday the 13th as well.  I purchased the Monk fake book and am working from there but listening to records as well.  My next tune is North of the Sunset, a blues in Bb.  A lot of the tunes are not in difficult keys.  

I will learn a ballad, Ruby my Dear, always one of my favorites.  

The nice thing about Friday the 13th is that is seems almost impossible to play wrong notes when improvising over it.  Yes, I can play "wrong notes," but I almost have to try to play things that won't fit. I tried the method of soloing over it with one note, using all twelve possible notes.  Some notes are more difficult to use, some easier, but it is a spectrum, not an absolute dichotomy.  

I use different methods of improvisation.  For example, a chorus of only very short phrases. Another of long phrases, then one mixing long and short.  Play only quarter notes, only quarter note triplets, only half notes, etc... Solo using only two notes, only three notes.  Use only the notes of the chord. Use mostly scalar movement, use mostly arpeggios.  Start every phrase on the and of 1.  

The goal of this project?  This will be revealed to me later.  Aside from the obvious purpose: to spend time with Monk and make friends and influence people. 

Tuesday, June 9, 2026

Buffalo Bill's

 My friend came back from Cody, Wyoming and we were talking about Buffalo Bill in the car. Her flight came in near midnight.  I thought of the poem, "Buffalo Bill's / defunct."  I have it memorized, not surprisingly.  I remember explaining the poem to my father when I was a teenager. He wanted to know why Cummings wrote out the word "Mister" rather than using "Mr." I explained this to him.  Now BB died in 1917. Tulips & Chimneys, where the Cummings poem appeared, came out in 1923. In 1917 EEC had published some poems in a volume called 8 Harvard Poets, with a mixture of late Victorian style poems and some modernist ones. He might have written the first draft of the poem in 1917, after Buffalo Bill's death.  I don't know the exact date of the poem, but it feels occasional.  Clearly he had begun the modernist style already, as evidenced by the Harvard poems. He was about 23 years old,  a bit younger than Williams, Pound, H.D, Marianne Moore, Eliot.  (The other modernist American poets.)  

I don't know poems that early that talk about the death of a pop culture celebrity in colloquial, even profane language (Jesus / he was a handsome man).  It's almost like a Frank O'Hara poem. Buffalo Bill was a showman, using his status as Western hero to put on spectacles for the public, "breaking onetwothreefourfive pigeons just like that." The poem is an homage, but with an ironic edge too.  

Cummings never became a better poet than he was with his first book. It is all there from the beginning, the humor and sentimentality, the typography. This poem is among his best.  


I get email

 Someone sent me their poems from Spain in an email, with a very flowery email message asking me to do something, I'm not sure what, exactly. There was some talk of my "magisterio" which made me laugh a bit. It was an odd combination of a very pretentious explanation of what the poet was trying to do (think the "dreaded artist statement") and poems that did not line up at all with what the dreaded artist statement would lead one to expect. I begged off as politely as I could, and put it in an email response that will be sent a bit later today. 

Everyone that know me knows I hate that kind of pretentiousness. Mediocre poetry bolstered by pretentious explanations is even worse, because it isn't allowed to be what it actually is, a modest display of one's own literary persona.  

Monday, June 8, 2026

A paradox

 I've referred to this paradox before, where a religious believer might have serious ambivalence about God existing at all, but be quite certain of more minute points of doctrine.  

We are all subject to that paradox, in that we need to argue the finer points and be right about them, without understanding what the big picture is. How could we? Yet we need something to argue about. 

Thursday, June 4, 2026

Advantages of (almost) literal translation

 By literal translation I don't mean word by word, but translation that essentially follows the most obvious path, with most elements of the text except those that would sound too unnatural or stiff. You would say dream about not "dream with" to translate "soñar con..."  

1. It is easy to follow in a bilingual face-to-face edition, where the verso is the original and the recto of the next is the translation. Easy for both the monolingual reader and the reader with some knowledge of the source language. 

2. It is non-objectionable.  It is hard to formulate objections to it, because it seem like the most correct and natural version possible. 

3. It usually avoids amplification, or introducing more words that the original had. It won't be padded or over explanatory.  

4. It will often convey literary qualities of the original text because it won't rewrite in a way that eliminates the tropes. 

Disadvantages:


It won't be particular meta, calling attention to itself as a translation. (But this could be an advantage.)

It may not be musical or have a satisfactory prosody. (But the literary and free version might also not have a satisfactory prosody.).  

Broccoli Poem Written in the Car

 

There was a time I did not like broccoli, 

Other times when I was enthusiastic about it. 


I also passed through phases of neglect and indifference

When I did not think much about it at all.


These are fact about me, not about broccoli itself--

And not very interesting ones at that. 


Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Dream of parking space

 I was in the living room of a house. I heard a conversation very loud outside. One man was accusing the other of taking his parking space. The other said these were not assigned. The accuser was following the other, and I emerged to look. They starting fighting but were soon separated by another man. The street filled with a crowd of people; I thought they were 50 of them. The cat really wanted to get out so I opened the door. I assumed the cat would find its way back eventually. It got dark and I was a bit worried about the cat's safety.  

Sunday, May 31, 2026

Dream of milk and watch

 I had a gallon of milk in a backpack that I was obliged to carry around. 

***

I was buying a watch, of an old-fashioned analog kind, for about $100.  I thought it was a good idea, somehow.  

Poet in Spain

 I was looking at Sarah Arvio's Poet in Spain. I noticed that two reviews of the book (a translation of Lorca's poetry + Bodas de sangre) mention me, but she doesn't in the intro to the book or bibliography. She's translating everything except the New York poetry, it seems, in an effort to give a less American Lorca.  

She seems unaware of the complete history of Lorca translation into English.  

The intro is a little off at places. She says the sonnets are unusual because they have a strict rhyme scheme, but more of Lorca's poetry rhymes than doesn't, and the rhyme is often very regular: assonance in every other line (even numbered lines).  

She thinks the Falange started the Spanish Civil War.  I am reminded of how difficult it is to state basic facts. This was a military coup; the Falange was a small party at the time, and Franco later took it over, though he was never a member of it before then. The party was very small before the Civil War, and Franco took it over in 1937, during the war, to consolidate his own power.  

She groups the Suites into other groupings, along with other poems that are not part of the Suites, creating her own Lorca sequences. This seems weird to me.  

I'm not going to nit-pick with translations any more, because it seems that the process is exhausting without leading to much substance. A few well-chosen examples go a long away.  

Thursday, May 28, 2026

I was in a restaurant and couldn't help overhearing a conversation

 One guy was an older man, a composer, and he was telling another slightly younger fellow: "I used to tell my students, when I write a score it is like writing a personal letter to each musician..."  The other guy, also a musician, was telling him that his [older man's'] scores were so carefully notated that the musicians just had to play the music as written and the music would be 90% right already (something like this).  

Wednesday, May 27, 2026

I still have it!

 I still have it.  (I still have "it.") I went to the library and just sat there writing and researching for 3 hours, from 9-12, yesterday and today. Retirement is freeing me up.  I can write as well as ever; the ideas flow. I have supreme confidence in what I am doing.  

Part of what I am doing is eliminating things. Students, colleagues, administrators, have no more demands on me.  I am unsubscribing from everything imaginable. I looked at my retirement privileges: I have full access to library, can park for less money, and even have a grave sit in the University Cemetery--hopefully not very soon. I have plenty of money.  

I am giving some books and cds away.  I might sell some books, not because I need the money, but because they are too valuable to simply donate to the library.  

While I am not technically retired, since I am doing the Barcelona program in July, I am living the lifestyle. The missing element seemed to be very simple: going to the library and working. Why the library? That is where the books are.  I simply sit down at a desk near the Lorca section, PQ6000 and whatever. I have my own books too to supplement the holdings of the library, a collections of books by and about Lorca that I have been collecting for 20 years.  

I plan to be more productive now, keeping a regular schedule, M-F from 9-12. I will go to the regular library and to the music library, depending on what project I am working on.  

Dreams are garbled fables

We talk about intention, what the author meant to say. When I have a dream, the process is involuntary. I might be exercising my will in the dream, trying to do something, but the construction of the narrative itself, and the meaning of the dream, are not the result of an act of volition. I can interpret the dream, but even having access to the author (myself) I cannot be sure I am right, or what even being right means. In retelling the dream I can give it shape, a contour that represents it. I never want to massage it until it is a perfect little fable, when in reality it is a garbled mess--as it should be.  

Tuesday, May 26, 2026

2 Dreams

 1. I had gone through some wilderness mash-up in which the parts of my body had been switched with one another or other objects, while I was lost for a long time. I was trying to make sense of the duration of the experience. What I thought was 3 hours could have been 3 years.  

2. There was a little girl, maybe 8, confined to a room in a zoo, though not close to other animals or in an animal habitat. It was in a basement of a building, though in the context of the dream I knew it to be the zoo.  

She asked for help from another person, then from me. She wanted to escape. I knew the people ostensibly responsible for her, for this situation, though not parents. I attempted to find their number in my phone to text them, and promised the girl I would resolve the problem. I stayed there a while, without entering the room, until she went to sleep. The only name I could think of was Bob Cranshaw or Crenshaw, the bass player who played with Sonny Rollins for years. (Sonny died yesterday!!), so I could not text the "Bob" in question.  

Now I was with the "Bob" that was responsible for the girl. We were doing something else together and I thought it was fortunate I had found him. I laid down the law to him, gravely but not with any anger, in a way he could not argue against. I said something about child protective services. I had resolved the situation.  

***

The dreams are about care of self and care of others. Bob is not Bob, but another version of myself. 

Saturday, May 23, 2026

Poem I wrote awake in bed in the middle of the night

 

I want the least grief possible--

I said to myself, in my confusion, error, or stupidity.


Is it a gift I can refuse, a price to negotiate? 

With whom, exactly, would I make this deal?  

 

Friday, May 15, 2026

How could you make these paragraphs more concise?

"We are getting inquiries about Employee summer pay notifications (SPN’s) that have been sent this week because they don’t include summer pay for the entire summer so I am sending this email to explain why SPNs are incomplete and when you can expect to get another SPN with your entire summer salary included in the document.

 

Ordinarily, our office and grant coordinators start entering faculty summer pay into a system called Summer Pay Notification (SPC) in early April. KU Payroll takes the information entered into the SPC system and enters it into our HR/Pay system which then generates the SPNs that get emailed to faculty detailing their summer pay for the entire summer.

 

The late union pay increase process required us to delay entering summer pay information into the SPC system. This has delayed the date that KU Payroll can key summer pay information into SPC so they are prioritizing entering summer pay that starts on 5/17/26 since that is the first payroll date for summer pay. This is then generating the SPNs but only for summer pay that begins early in the summer. In roughly two weeks, KU Payroll will begin entering summer pay into HR/Pay with later payroll dates. This will then generate another SPN that will be emailed to faculty with a full picture of their summer pay for payroll dates between 5/17/26-8/17/26 (8/18/26 is the first payroll date for Fall 2026).

 

I would appreciate it if you could forward this message to your faculty so they are aware of this delay to help minimize anxiety and questions.

 

Thank you for your patience as we work through a compressed summer pay collection process. Let me know if you have any questions." 

Monday, May 11, 2026

Dream of [not] conducting Beethoven's 9th

 I was supposed to conduct Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. I had been invited to do this as an ancillary thing in relation to some professional conference I was going to. We showed up at the venue (I was with other, unidentifiable people.) There had been a scene before of trying to get served in a Chinese Restaurant. We kept moving tables in search of more comfortable seating and we were worried about the waiters finding us with our food that we had already ordered. 

Anyway, it was not clear to me where I had to go, there was a big party with a lot of people, and various rooms. I started to doubt whether it would really happen, since I am not a conductor [!] and of course had not even looked at the score. Would I just wave my arms around? Surely the orchestra knew the music anyway. I was in a room getting ready. I opened a door and found a piano, and started playing the melody to "Bemsha Swing." I could not see the keys because they were covered with velvet, but I could still play (though somehow the melody did not seem right.) 

I never did get to conduct, since I woke up after that. 

Clearly the dream is about retirement, which starts today (kind of). There is ambition, but also the idea of not being qualified or prepared. Beethoven's 9th showed up because my daughter has recently played in it, and also because it is a big, ambitious work that one woudn't want to conduct without the proper conditions.  

Sunday, May 10, 2026

Dream of Nicole Kidman

 There was a Nicole Kidman meme going around. It consisted of a picture of her with some similarly looking young women dressed in white. The meme consisted of finding malevolent or simply uncharitable interpretations, like, "I bet they all hate one another," or "Soon those dresses will be soiled." There was a similar meme in a male version, with men dressed in black, who bad intentions were more evident.

I was in a store with some people. It was kind of a hip place and one of the guys I was with said "You know, this store is not part of the economy." I had a long argument with him and called him stupid to his face for not being able to come up with a definition of "the economy," which I understood to be goods and services exchanged for money. The conversation morphed into another discussion...  

Wednesday, May 6, 2026

Reading Murakami in Catalan

 Here's an anti-joke.

Why does Jonathan read Murakami in Catalan?  --Because he doesn't know Japanese. 


Ei, hola. ¿Com anem? Com que avui tinc el dia lliure, aquest matí m’he arribat al zoo de la ciutat a veure els cangurs. No és gaire gran però hi ha moltes espècies, des de goril·les fins a elefants. De totes maneres, si t’agraden els animals com ara les llames i els óssos formiguers és millor que no hi vagis, perquè no n’hi trobaràs. Tampoc no hi ha impales ni hienes. Ni tan sols lleopards.

Murakami, Haruki. L'elefant desapareix (EMPURIES NARRATIVA) (Catalan Edition) (p. 54). (Function). Kindle Edition. 

Let's do the four methods of understanding.  Cognates. Well, I know Spanish so "hola" is "hola," Dia es día, etc.. There are cognate from French: mati is going to be matin in French.  Trobaras is cognate to trouver in French.  

Hello, how are we ???. Since ??? I have the day free, this morning I have arrived at the zoo of the city to see the ????.  It is not very? big but that are a lot of species, from gorillas to elephants.  Anyway, if you like animal like llamas? or ant bears? it's better if you don't go there, because you won't find them. There aren't impalas or hyenas either. Not even leopards. 

From context we can gather the avui means today. To get a cognate from a word that starts with ll, we can get rid of one of the l's, like lleopard.  Com anem means how are we doing (going.). I'm going to guess that cangurs are kangaroos. In Spanish it is canguro.  Ossos formiguers is probably going to be anteaters. If a word starts with h in Spanish it might start with f in another Romance language, like halcón and falcon, so hormiga in Spanish becomes formiga. Formiguer would be ant-er.  One who ants. Hi is a particle equivalent to y in French, meaning there.  

I guess a 5th reading strategy would be phonetic / orthographical conventions.  Like a piazza in Italian would be a plaza in Spanish, in the same way that piano corresponds to plano or piazzere to placer. If I see an Italian word that starts with pi, I think pl in Spanish. If the word in Italian is gh, I think of gu in Spanish. Italian doesn't use x so espresso will be "express."

"I  also discovered how important rereading was. It was a rule from the very beginning that I couldn’t simply skip over a sentence and go on, but had to work on it until I either understood or saw that I could not. So, unless I did understand it right away, which happened more often as I continued to read the book, I would have to reread the sentence.'


Davis, Lydia. Essays Two: On Proust, Translation, Foreign Languages, and the City of Arles (p. 451). (Function). Kindle Edition. 

Four methods for vocab

I teach my student four methods of figuring out words they don't know.  

Cognates:  amenazar is menace (threaten).  English has lexicon from French and Latin, so it has a lot of Romance language cognates. 

Morphology: breaking the word down into its parts. Destejer is unweave. Desagradablemente is des agrada ble mente.  Un pleas ant ly.  The word will have a root, a core meaning, and prefixes and suffixes. You can understand amenzar better if you take away the a- prefix.  Like amanecer is related to mañana.   

Context. You guess the word from its surrounding words, or just ignore a word you don't know and go on.  

The 4th way?  Repetition.  You find the word over and over again and eventually figure it out. That doesn't work for seeing the word once in a very short text.   


 

Lydia Davis method

 There's a method of learning to read a language. Lydia Davis has an essay in which she explains how she studied Spanish.  She took a translation of Twain (Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer) and read it in Spanish. She wouldn't look up words in the dictionary, but would guess at the meaning of words and learn new words eventually from context. She would keep a notebook in which she wrote down new words she learned. She could essentially understand most of the vocabulary using cognates in French (she is a Proust translator) and context. 

I had a year (possibly more?) of college German years ago and I am trying this.  I picked up a German novel called Der Junge Beethoven for 5 bucks at a used bookstore. Obviously it is about Beethoven's young days!

For the first few pages I wrote down words I already know. Frau, Mann. Kind. Fenster. Haus, Vater, Mutter, Sohn, Tochter, Gott, Himmel, Nacht, heute, and wrote down others that I thought I knew or could easily guess.  Lippen.  Musiker. I can recognize articles, some numbers. Nouns are capitalized and verbs can be identified.  I understand the syntactic structure very well.  

I wrote down some complete sentences or brief phrases that were transparent for me, of the "Ich liebe dich" or "Wo bist du?" type.  

They live in Bonn. There is some reference to a Hinterhaus. The father is a Kapellmeister of some kind. He is happy to have a son because he can form him into a musician. He gives thanks that Gott in Himmel has answered his prayers.  

I probably have 100 words written down.  I went back to the first page and it was easier to read than on the first try. You want to get to where the most common 2 or 3 thousand words are understood effortlessly. 

Not using the dictionary is key, because the dictionary slows you down (not that I am going fast!) and also shuts down the effort of guessing, which is key. I have used something similar to this method (without the notebook) with Italian and gotten pretty far.  I can read most Romance languages fairly well but German should be a different kind of challenge.  

I picked up a pop German novel (translated from English probably) on a trip to Cuba years ago, which someone had left behind in a hotel room. I could kind of follow the plot.  

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Here is Lydia's explanation of not using a dictionary, from another essay about learning Norwegian:

"I did not want to use a dictionary. First, it was more comfortable not to be constantly picking up a dictionary, or sitting in front of a computer. Since, at first, there would be a quantity of words on any given page that I would not know, I would have been looking up many, many words, and this would have been a cumbersome chore. I wanted to sit with this heavy book in a comfortable chair, with nothing more, besides the book, than a sharp pencil and piece of paper.

Second, though, and more important, the work of trying to figure out what the words meant was stimulating and completely absorbing. I realized, after a while, that using my brain for something as difficult as this made thinking a very physical act, much more so than the easier, almost unconscious use we make of our brains most of the time."

Davis, Lydia. Essays Two: On Proust, Translation, Foreign Languages, and the City of Arles (p. 430). (Function). Kindle Edition. 

"Another reason I did not want to use a dictionary or ask anyone for the answer was that, almost right away, this experiment interested me qua experiment, and I wanted to keep it quite pure. I was trying to learn a language the way we learn our own native language from babyhood on up. Words are repeated in certain contexts, some contexts the same and some different, and eventually, over time, with much repetition, we learn what the words mean."

Davis, Lydia. Essays Two: On Proust, Translation, Foreign Languages, and the City of Arles (pp. 432-433). (Function). Kindle Edition. 



Think of One

 "Think of One" is an another Monk tune based on the ostinato as motif.  

Cambridge and Oxford

 One person asked me to write an essay for the Cambridge Companion to Spanish modernism. A little while later, another asked me to write an essay on translations of Lorca for the Oxford Companion to Federico Garcia Lorca. I was searching in vain in my email for the invitation to Cambridge, because I thought that both invitations were from Oxford, in my shaky memory. From the Yankee perspective all of Oxbridge is pretty much the same.   

Justicia

 As a specialist on a gay writer killed in the Civil War, I won't be a homophobic Franco supporter. Not only because of that, of course, but that would be major contradiction. 

But thinking that humanities research and teaching should be mainly about promoting issues of social justice also seems wrong to me.  We are often adjacent to such concerns, but if we put them front and center as the main justification and raison d'être of everything we do, then something odd happens. Since a lot of what we do is not directly about that, then our work on a daily basis makes only a trivial contribution to any social justice movement. Most of the research questions that might be interesting will be tangential or adjacent to activist goals, at best (at worst).  

So the social relevance of the humanities is related to only a small part of what we do, and to make that the whole enchilada risks destroying the humanities completely, making most research questions seem trivial. 

A related problem is that we are after nuance and complexity, and the goals of woke movements can be expressed  in  3 or 4 word slogans.  


Tuesday, May 5, 2026

My vocalists (female)

 This is one of deepest categories. 

Sarah Vaughan is the best of all, especially in her first period. She had bad periods, when she was singing inferior songs or gave into her mannerisms. At her best, she was sublime. 

Billie Holiday is incomparable in emotional impact.  Sarah learned from Billie. 

Ella has probably the most consistent career. She is as good as the other two I have named before her.  The song-book albums are classic. 

After them come Dinahs Washington. What a pure sonority and blues feeling. And Nancy Wilson, with marvelous diction and ability to put across the lyrics.   

Carmen McRae and Betty Carter... They are ok, but I almost always feel they aren't as good as my big 5.  I'd rather be listening to someone else, like Eva Cassidy or Anita O'Day.  All these are good as well, though not as well known.  

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Singers I don't like: Nina Simone, Abbey Lincoln.  They sing off tune, rather than altering the melody in PRECISE ways like Sarah or Billie.  Blossom Dearie... She is good, but doesn't have a good-sounding voice. Diana Krall. Not my favorite either.  Dianne Reeves is much better. 

For some reason some variant of the "Diane" name is ascent among female vocalists of the 20th century, like Diana Ross or Diane Schurr, Dinah Shore, etc...  

My Vocalists (male)

 #1 is Ray Charles.  Yes, I know he not strictly a jazz vocalist, but he is probably the best jazz vocalist in spite of this. He is also the best country and the best soul singer. 

Louis Armstrong got the whole thing going.  His singing is incomparable.  

A personal favorite is Chuck Baker, for an arbitrary reason: his voice is kind of similar to mine in timbre and range. I like the fact he doesn't have to have a rich, Johnny Hartman type of voice. 

But I also like Johnny Hartman!

Sinatra? Well, yes.  I have many good Sinatra associations, but I am not crazy about his mannerisms.  The same with Tony Bennet. 

Nat King Cole is one of my favorites as well.  He has impeccable jazz phrasing, and also a beautiful voice. I hate, though, the lazy hazy days of summer. That is as painful as Satchmo's "It's a wonderful world." 

The depth of the male vocalists is not the same as with the women.  


 


Kindness

 I got a message from someone who couldn't attend my retirement party, who had been interim (outside of the department) chair of my department, and is now an associate dean. Anyway, she also highlighted my kindness. Obviously, this is the highest possible compliment, because it can only come from outside the self. We can't measure our own kindness, because that can only be judged by those on the receiving end of it. 

Remember that Ellen DeGeneres created a whole brand around kindness, but was abusive to her own staff. Literally, her brand of skin care products is called "Kind Science." Once someone sets themselves up as being kind, be careful!  But I'm fine with other people saying it.  

Music and cognitive complexity

 I was listening to an interview with drummer Steve Gadd. It struck me that to know about music involves multiple cognitive, emotional, and kinetic factors. The entire body and mind are involved. 

The little I know about jazz drumming, is probably very little in comparison to what I know in general, but it is is fairly intricate knowledge (as far as it goes; I am not a great drummer), about the kind of cymbal sound that might be preferred, the size of the bass drum, implication of drum tunings, particular rhythmic patterns, like displaced quarter note triplets. Subtlety of the ride cymbal pattern.  A little bit about the history and evolution of playing drums, the interaction between drums and bass and piano. I've spent years of active listening, not just having music on in the background.  

Yet when I was hearing a podcast or video with some musicians taking apart a Ray Charles album, I was amazed by the level of insight they had. (The great bassist Christian McBride was part of this conversation). I never realized that Roy Haynes was on this album, playing "I got news for you," etc... Obviously the level of insight here was higher than mine by several degrees of magnitude. 

It's not humility to say this, it's simply a recognition of reality.  There is a granular knowledge there that I can learn from, even without sharing it.  

And I have that kind of knowledge in my own field, as well.  And the things I know about music are part of the total package of what I know, as a scholar of word and music. 

Monday, May 4, 2026

Monk's Motif

 A lot of Monk's songs are blues.  He also liked the 32 AABA form, and some oddly shaped forms that don't fall into those categories. He liked contrafacta.  

The motifs are angular and difficult, but also catchy and melodic. Think of the central motif of "Straight no Chaser," or "Misterioso," or "Blue Monk,"  Think of Andrew Hill. I like him a lot, and he is also a piano player known for original songs, somewhat in the Monk mode, but I can't hum a single melody to an Andrew Hill composition, despite my having listened to them many times. Ornette is a much more talented melodist than Hill is.  

What interests me about the motif is how small it can be.  The technical definition is the shortest possible musical idea. Bernstein in his concert for young people points out that the motif is not a tune, and longer melodies are not as useful as building blocks than these very, very short ideas are. Not that I don't like what LB is calling "tunes," but I also like motivic development. Sometimes, I guess, there is a lot of motivic development that might be be intelligent composition, but that I don't feel as super interesting. You can have to best of both worlds if the original motif is distinctive and catchy rather than bland.  

 

Sunday, May 3, 2026

Dream of Mozart

 I am singing Mozart's Requiem today with the faculty / staff choir. In anticipation of this, I dreamt that I left my music in the car. Some colleagues (who are not in the choir) had shown up as well to sing. I was a little miffed at that, since they hadn't been to rehearsals all semester.  One had a solo, and he was practicing it in a very trained voice. (In reality I don't think he sings at all.) This solo had no relation to Mozart at all.   

I went outside to get my music from the car, but I couldn't find that car. I kept clicking with the key fob so the car would beep at me.  

I woke up relieved that I knew where my car is, and I had not lost it.  

Wrong notes

 Victor Wooten says you are never more than a half step away from a right note. Monk says none of the 88 notes on the keyboard are wrong notes. The worst possible note is probably the fourth played against the maj 7. So play CEGB in the left hand and F in the right.  That sounds pretty terrible. But against a 7 chord (Bb) it sounds ok. 

You can play every note in the scale and except for the fourth and the seventh, and you have a pentatonic scale. Think of the beginning of "Someone to watch over me."  You can pretty much improvise over the blues with six of seven notes. 

All the notes that aren't in the key are chromatic leading tones or chord alterations. So a wrong note can be corrected by playing a right note right after it.  

Improvisation is easy then.  The caveat is that there is no guarantee that the ideas you play will be any good. Here other factors come into play. You have to play with rhythmic dynamism.  The improvisation cannot be too random, or too predictable. You have to have enough technical ability to play what you want. 

The best thing is to find that you have played something that you liked.  Then you can use your own taste as the guide. 



Friday, May 1, 2026

My sax players

The sax is really the core instrument of jazz, and when it supplants the clarinet as the reed instrument the music develops in a different way. 

Two giants stand at the head. First, Coleman Hawkins. A deep, throaty sound and endlessly confident arpeggios, locked into the beat. He not only inaugurates the sax, but also can hold his own in the bebop era.  

Secondly, Lester Young, who invents coolness itself. (only a slight exaggeration). His lines float over the beat in an uncanny way.  He also has a way of improvising that is telling a story, as he liked to say, rather than using arpeggios and scales.  Lester paves the way for Bird, the greatest jazz musician of all time.  Bird makes time feel almost infinitely elastic, in the way that Cortázar wrote about in his short novel about him.  

Two swing era alto saxes, Johnny Hodges and Benny Carter, are also favorites of mine. 

Rollins and Coltrane define the post bop sax.  Rollins develops motifs, whereas Coltrane offers sheets of sound, and develops a different kind of rhythmic approach beyond the swung eighth note feel.  

Coltrane and Ornette define avant-garde jazz.  Bird, Coltrane, Ornette, are major jazz composers like Monk or Ellington/Strayhorn.  

Yet there is also a wealth of players in hard bop and cool jazz. Lee Konitz is probably one of the best, but there are many others. Paul Desmond? Mulligan?  

Friday 13

 I was getting obsessed with Monk's tune "Friday the 13th." It has four chords repeated over and over (the Andalusian cadence!) and a melody that consists of motif, repeated 3 times.  After being obsessed for a few day, I turn on the jazz station this morning, and there is French pianist explaining the tune to an audience, and having them whistle the tune. 

Then he starts playing "Ruby, my Dear," a completely different Monk tune with a far more complex harmony and structure. 

His name is Laurent de Wilde. I discover now that he is the author of a book about Monk. He is a pretty bad ass player.  Unfortunately I missed the first part of this show, but now they are having a clip of a Dizzy big band playing in Copenhagen.  

Extreme simplicity and extreme complexity. They aren't even opposites, they are complementary. The same way a Jobim tune can have a super convoluted musical structure and sound like a relaxing pop song at the same time.  

"Desafinado" is one I've also been obsessed with in the past. The title means "Out of tune," and the melody has an odd shape, as though it were out of tune, though it is really not.  

Thursday, April 30, 2026

Layered

 We can think of intellectual life as layered in chronological stages over one's life time.  Of course, it is perfectly possible that someone can die young, and yet make a significant contribution at an early age. In those cases, we don't know what the later stages of development might have brought. 

One layer sits over another layer. We still know what we learned as children in school. There is a layer, then, of more specialized (and general) knowledge gained in college. 

Graduate school is layered on that. Now knowledge is even more specialized, but general knowledge should increase there as well.  

Early years as a professor, young researcher.  Then the "mid-career" scholar. Then the recognized expert at the highest rank.  All throughout these stages there are plateaux, and even possibly declines.  You can actually get worse as scholar, or become simply repetitive.  I know at one point I was very repetitive. I probably still am repetitive.  

Intellectual depth comes from the layering of these stages. Growth doesn't have to stop unless there is an actual cognitive decline.  Otherwise, we can be innovative as long as we want to.  


The best of many worlds

 My friend would tell her friends when we were first going out  He is handsome, and so smart. 

Then, after a while, she would tell them. He is so kind! 




Wednesday, April 29, 2026

One Note Mayhew

 I'm kind of obsessed with songs that use 1 or 2 notes as the central motif. "One note samba" would be the obvious example. Of course, it uses more than one note, but the initial theme is monotone. It adds the Bb after a while, and then the B section uses a ton of notes. 

Second example, "Thelonious" by you-know-who.  The motif is Bb, repeated, going down a half step to A, then back again to Bb.  There is only one other note in the A section of the tune, a fourth up from Bb to Eb.  

What else?  C Jam blues has a melody that goes up a fifth from the tonic.  

So the movement that normally was in the melody is transferred to the harmony, in the Jobim example. The initial F sounds different depending on its relation to the underlying chords. There is also rhythmic dynamism. It don't mean a think if it ain't got that swing / dah dah dah dah / dah dah dah dah / dah dah dah dah /  dah dah.  The last part is all on one note.  

Staying on one note for a while is also an improvisatory technique.  It could be "honking," in which a tenor sax will pick a low note and just milk the hell out of it while the audience goes crazy.  Or, in Sonny Rollins, a way of creating tension and rhythmic variation.  Repetition creates tension, because the listener wants it to end, to resolve to something else. 

En effective technique is to play one note for a while, then a crazy ornamentation that goes all over the place.  

What other tunes use this device of repetition?  

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Spot the fallacies...

" Decades ago, the sociologist Robert K. Merton worried that the rise of more rapidly changing forms of knowledge would exacerbate the costs of academic gerontocracy. It might have been more defensible in the past — the medieval university coming honestly by its premodern characteristics — but no longer. “Today everything is quickly acquired, even that experience in which formerly consisted the sole and genuine superiority of the old over the young,” Merton cited his forerunner in sociology, Robert Michels, as saying all the way back in 1911. Modernity meant that “age has lost much of its value and therefore has lost, in addition, the respect which it inspired and the influence which it exercised.”"

Anyway

 Anyway, there is a CHE article about gerontocracy in academia.  It states, outright, that younger professors are more innovative, and that we old folks just teach what we learned in Graduate School 40 years ago. This is so true... I only teach semiotics and structuralism.  The author has open contempt for values like wisdom and experience. Modernity means that we learn faster, and don't have to bother with accumulated traditions, like they did in medieval times.  

Look, I was smarter at 28 when I finished my dissertation, than I am now.  By smarter, I mean that I had a brilliant mind.  And yet, my work was (relatively) shallow at that point.  (But not as shallow as this guy's critique of us geezers in our tweed jackets with elbow patches!) What I might have lost in brilliance I have gained in depth. There is a balance there. You need both types of intelligence. 

Of course, when our generation of privileged white men finally retires, there won't be these privileged positions any more anyway. Academia will be destroyed anyway.