Here are some clips from Julia's recent concert with the SLSYO. You can see Julia in the back row playing trumpet.

The page has its own prosody, by which i mean the material support of the text: margins, paper, typeface. It isn't the same to read the same book on different texture paper.

I don't want to fetishize this, arguing that if you don't read an original edition of something you aren't reading it correctly. What I am saying is that if makes a difference to me. A type face has a voice the same way a reader of an audio-book has a voice.

I actually wish I weren't so sensitive to this. It must be nice to not see the book you're reading, to have that experience of unmediated reading.

My students in an undergraduate class, for example, could not pick out assonant rhyme in a Lorca romance when listening to Margarita Xirgú--the great actress associated with Lorca himself--read them out loud. I'm hoping that Graduate Students could do that. In this case the rhymes correspond pretty much with ends of syntactic units, sentences and phrases, and the lines are shorter.

i can hear blank verse, in the sense of hearing where the lines begin and end, even if the speaker doesn't pause at the end of lines. Or if I were reading Milton or Wordsworth written out as prose I think I could simply automatically know where the lines are just by reading it out loud. The idea that we need line-endings to perceive verse is an effect born from over-dependence on the written text.

So the visual effect of line-endings really comes into play where the line endings are not determined by inherent metrical structure. You could write out regular verse any which way and there would be no problem. The weaker or the more irregular the metrical organization, the more that visual aspect comes into play.

Lo que antes era exacto ahora no encuentra / su sitio.

No lo encuenta y es de día

y va volado como desde lejos / el manantial,

que suena a luz perdida.

Volado yo también a fuerza de hambres / cálidas,

de mañanas inauditas

he visto en el incienso de las cumbres

y en mi escritura blanca

una alegría dispersa de vigor.

¿Y aún no se yergue / todo para besar?

¿No se ilimitan / las estrellas para algo más hermoso que un recaer oculto?

Here what I've done is divided the lines of a poem into syntactical units and bolded the rhyming words. I've marked the extra line breaks, those that don't correspond with my syntactic breaks, with slashes. There is only one line here that corresponds to an original "line* of poetry in the text: "he visto en el incienso de las cumbres."

We could repeat the experiment with some non-rhymed passages from Rodríguez;

El primero surco de hoy será mi cuerpo. Cuando la luz impulsa desde arriba, despierta los oráculos del sueño y me camina, y antes que al paisaje va dándome figura. Así otra nueva mañana. Así otra vez y antes que nadie, aun que la brisa menos decidera...

Nunca había sabido que mi paso era distinto sobre tierra roja, que sonaba más puramente seco, lo mismo que si no llevase un hombre, de pie, en su dimensión. Por ese ruido, quizá algunos linderos me recuerden. Por otra cosa no ...

Here, honestly, in my own memory, the lines are there but the breaks are not. I tend to memorize the lines in clusters of sense rather than in 11-syllables units.

People often argued that Milton's blank verse was verse to the eye only. I believe it's John Hollander who documents this point in a book I read long ago. Or you could just read Samuel Johnson.

I did an experiment with graduate students once. They listened to Claudio Rodríguez read aloud and tried to identify rhymes and line-endings. Here, it should be easier, because there is a rhyme. No. They couldn't do it.

La encina, que conserva más un rayo de sol que todo un mes de primavera, no siente lo espontáneo de su sombra, la sencillez del crecimiento, apenas si conoce el terreno en que ha brotada. Con ese viento que en sus ramas deja lo que no tiene música, imagina para su sueño una gran meseta. Y con qué rapidez se identifica con el paisaje, con el alma entera de su frondosidad y de mí mismo...

I've written out the passage as a block of prose. This time, I've bolded the rhyme words. It's an assonantal rhyme every other line, which makes it a bit harder to identify by ear:

La encina, que conserva más un rayo de sol que todo un mes de primavera, no siente lo espontáneo de su sombra, la sencillez del crecimiento, apenas si conoce el terreno en que ha brotada. Con ese viento que en sus ramas deja lo que no tiene música, imagina para su sueño una gran meseta. Y con qué rapidez se identifica con el paisaje, con el alma entera de su frondosidad y de mí mismo. ..

Ten most Influential Books (Literary Criticism)

I've been working on a list of books that have influenced me in literary criticsm. This is not a list of all books that have influenced me generally, just the ones in the genre of literary criticism and theory. This is in roughly chronological order of when I was influenced.

1 X.J. Kennedy. An Introduction to Poetry.

I didn't know this was a college textbook when I started reading it when I was about 12-years old. I know the book has gone through many revisions and editions, but the one I am interested in is, I believe, the 1971 edition. I studied this book until it fell apart, for three or four years. I still remember parts of it: a comparison between several different translations of a sonnet by Baudelaire... This book taught me the essence of what I still know. today. It made me a professor.

2. The ABC of Reading.

I loved Pound's idea that you could just study poetry by paying close attention to it, in its auditory, visual, and purely linguistic aspects. It taught me to listen.

3. Perloff. The Poetics of Indeterminacy.

This is the book I wanted to have written about the time I was graduating from college. It was published in 1981, the year I graduated and began graduate school. It helped establish a new view of the canon and a critical model of crispness and clarity. Rimbaud to Cage indeed.

4. Burke. A Rhetoric of Motives.

I used Kenneth Burke quite a bit in a formative stage of my career. He seemed the perfect bridge between rhetoric as formalism and rhetoric as action.

5. Barthes. Critical Essays.

I really went to school with Barthes. I wasn't interested in structuralism as method as much as in the growth of a critic's mind.

6. Borges. Otras inquiiciones.

I went to school with Borges too. One of the true greats of literary theory. The idea that Kafka could create his own precursors, for example...

7. Morton Feldman. Give my Regards to Eighth Street

Not a work of literary criticism per se, but a deep source of analogies for literature.

8. Lorca. Conferencias.

The work of a creative artist reflecting on poetry, with insights that are wholly unique.

9. Ricardo Gullón. Una poética para Antonio Machado.

I love the concept of writing a poetics for Machado. Not an interpretation of Machado's poetry, but a way of extracting an implicit poetics from Machado's poetry, subsequently dedicated to Machado.

10. Julián Jiménez Heffernan. Los papeles rotos.

What this book taught me was that there was something like the Spanish equivalent of me: someone who knew both traditions and was truly bi-poetic. It's also great to have the example of someone who has exactly my interests but is way smarter than me.

Such list-making is always a bit arbitrary. I'm sure that on another day I would come up with a slightly different list.

My interests tend to be pull me in two directions. I call these "song" and "philosophy" for short. In other words, poetry as song, poetry as part of intellectual history. Poetry is the total art, so really there is a continuum of interests between these two poles.

Some ultra-right groups presented an indictment of judge Baltasar Garzón--the same judge who had Pinochet arrested in England--and a judge of the Spanish Supreme Court is actually putting him on trial for this. Basically he could lose his job and be banned from the judiciary for life. His alleged misdeed was to take it upon himself to judge human rights abuses under Franco's regime.

Now some people think Garzón is a grand-standing publicity hound. He seems to be have a taste for high profile cases, whether in prosecuting human rights abuses, terrorism, organized crime, or political corruption. His taste for big targets makes him very controversial and has earned him a lot of enemies. I don't understand all the legal niceties of what he supposedly did wrong in going after Franquismo--"supposedly" because I don't believe he did anything wrong at all. Judging by the groups that brought him to the hot seat, I'd say he is doing something right.

In Spain a judge is more like a judge-prosecutor than an impartial judge in the Anglo-Saxon sense.

What if in the 1950s someone finally recognized that, hey, Louis Armstrong's Hot Five and Hot Seven recordings were pretty hot. Or someone finally realizing in the mid 80s that Beckett's Waiting for Godot was a pretty good play. In fact, I think we should have the 30-year rule for recognizing any great cultural achievement. We should give a Pulitzer prize, not for a work published this year, but for a work published 30 years ago. After all, we wouldn't want to reward innovation or anything. Much better to begrudgingly recognize it a generation after it's occurred.

I prefer Miles as a painter to Bennet:

Tony Bennet's paintings, on the other hand, are not very impressive:

Who knew Roland Barthes was a painter?