“I am a person who does things – I write, I act – and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.”
- Oscar Wilde
I’m trying to work out this thing—verbs, nouns, syntax, semiotics, sonority--let’s call it music. No, the thing is made out of language so let’s call it poetry. I’m trying to work out this thing, so I am a verb. A poet. Well?
To believe the statement by Oscar Wilde that “I am not a thing….I am a person who does things^” is more than not a transposition of the first line of the poem by Frank O’Hara where he writes about writing twelve poems titled “Oranges” which is a tattoo on my left arm but is not the first line of the poem which is “I am not a painter, I am a poet^.”
So what I’m trying to work out is that nouns and verbs, and let’s be honest if not brief, that what we’re getting at goes beyond the fact that a word is elegy to what it signifies^ and yet many have said music too can be just as obtuse as language because we have nouns for actions that are verbs so this obviously has something to do with time.
Painters paint. Poet’s write poems. Writers who do not write and painters who do not paint are not really writers or painters which lends some credibility to the idea that the CIA funds MFA writing programs^ or that they weaponized abstract expressionism and modern art after World War II^ or that Vladimir Lenin maybe didn’t die but became a mushroom^ from eating too many psychedelic mushrooms.
This doesn’t get at how frequency-hopping spread spectrum, a fundamental technology to the development of Wi-Fi and Bluetooth, was developed by actress Hedy Lamarr and composer George Anthiel^ who may have invented the idea of forearm smashing the piano keyboard but I prefer Henry Cowell’s elegant use of the technique in his “Tides of Tides of ManaunaunΩ” which is one of a set of musics called “Three Irish LegendsΩ.”
Art takes time like learning the difference between cleverness, intelligence, and wisdom^ and how to “not allow the hold of those who spread their reach’d hands toward you” but I want to know how it is that my iPhone takes pictures just like Annie Leibovitz^ but they don’t look the same and so becoming a person who does a thing maybe sharpens the senses so that we understand that behind every painting hanging on a wall is a conversation between the back of a painting and a wall or that even tree rings make music when played on a record player^.
Everything sings and these are the days that must happen to you^.
Recently on The Morning Ride Pedal Powered Podcast
This podcast is a personal journal I record this podcast on my bicycle ride into the office every Monday and Thursday on topics of personal productivity, creativity, cinema, literature, music, and bicycle commuting.
3.25 Are You a Noun or a Verb? - Doing an experiment today with a pre-recorded “poem” based on the quote from Oscar Wilde that, “I am not a noun, I am a verb.” This may be the last podcast with the sound of studded bicycle tires this winter!
3.24 Is It Possible to Ride a Bicycle Safely and Aggressively? - How do you do with the time change? We talk “The Green Book” film and whether it’s possible to ride a bicycle aggressively and safely.
3.23 A Friend Made Me Cry, the Trail Was Closed, and It’s Raining - I got an email from a friend from Alaska and I’m curious—how do you know when someone is a friend? There was a detour on the greenbelt this morning and I found a cool mural in Garden City.
3.22 Goats, Movies, and I Almost Get Hit! - The sun is up earlier and so are the goats, but I almost get hit at an intersection recording this podcast, so, let’s keep talking Oscar movies and bicycle maintenance.
3.21 Decoding the Mysterious Voynich Manuscript - Carefully illustrated and hand written in an unknown language around the year 1400 AD, what’s hidden in the mysterious Voynich manuscript?
Oh right! I'm using ^ after links to articles, things to read, and Ω following links to time-based experiences like videos, music, and audio. This keeps the hyper textual ephemerata prose poems artsy fartsy as they should be.