seems like a bromantic movement is a good way to confront experience. feels like it came from the chest to me. not sure if ambition needs to factor in really. doesn’t seem like it’s dealing with reason or logic but instead love, so. love isn’t really ambitious because ambition always seeks an end and love doesn’t seek anything but itself. blah blah. feels like these bros are looking for themselves via touching their hearts together and making a pseudo-sexual-non-sexual poetics. i think they have enough respect for literary heritage to be considered good humans. i have no complaints on their expression.
I read I LOVE MUSIC last night. It was silly and predictable and obvious. And I loved it. Roggenbuck played a great Woody Allen. Dierks, a truly hateful soon-to-be wife. But their story is really just a vehicle to get the actual narrative rolling. When Roggenbuck’s character, Gil, a hack screenwriter trying to be a novelist, starts going back in time on some freak Cinderella-story midnight stroll and meets up with the Fitzgeralds, Hemingway, Picasso, Stein, Dali, Man Ray, Cole Porter, TS Eliot–there are many more–I couldn’t help but be giddy. I’ve always wanted to see these people in action–and there they were. Hemingway talking in HTML, Zelda Fitzgerald’s bzzng mn, Dli rmblng nchrntly bot rhinos, Picasso a little bald, Stein the gentle Justin Beeebr. Sure, Steev’s depiction was as Disney as it gets. Sure, Steev was indulging in pure fantasy, and I fell hard. I left the webpage…dancing. This is not a poetry review. I’m not generally a Roggenbuck fan, even. This is a note about surprise. I read I LOVE MUSIC because there was nothing else worth reading, and I wanted to sit in the PC bang with a very full glass of Pinot Noir, some Dots, and a handsome date. I’m surprised that make- believe can still give me joy. I’m happy that I haven’t totally given up on the fairytale. And it’s cute to see dudes playing Cinderella.
But a) this isn’t poetry or anything that aspires to be art and b) it’s not gut-splitting funny because it feels like something that’s already been done before–the world doesn’t need another poem or story on this most over-examined of cohorts, Hipster Dude Bros.
“Being amused” is an apt way to put it, I guess…
I will admit that the language is sort of fun…kind of like word candy. But like candy, it just passes through the system and into the toilet that will soon be flushed and replaced by future delicious turds.
as opposed to other forms of food which don’t translate into poop..? if you admit it is amusing and fun what is wrong with publishing it… “the world doesn’t need” anything, clearly ppl like to eat candy and have fun tho
Yes–other forms of food that stick to the proverbial ribs for at least a little while.
I do like to eat candy though; too bad these muumuuuuu house-type kids actually think what they’re doing is more than producing candy. I think if they were just more honest about their low ambition and the low stakes of their work, people like me would have more “fun” with it…but there is almost always a tinge of pseudo-serious irony in the work that is affected and trite.
the thing is, you think candy is somehow a form of food that is of lower value than other forms of food.
the vast majority of food critics would agree with you that expensive cuts of steak cooked in expensive restaurants are inherently of a higher value than candy.
personally, and i know a lot of people feel the same way, there are many types of candy i would prefer to eat than expensive gourmet meals. the candy satisfies me on a deeper level, affects me and reaches a part of me that more expensive savory foods are often not able to.
so if the candy succeeds in producing the response in me that the expensive meal had attempted to produce in me, but failed, i would call the candy a more successful piece of literature. i dont know how ambitious dierks and roggenbuck were in creating this poem, but that seems irrelevant since it succeeds in a way that ‘highly ambitious’ poetry often does not.
Candy is definitely a lower value of food than [many] other forms of food.
Coming from a guy who comes from a place where people wake up at 3 AM to cook meat over wood coals for eight hours, yes, I feel confident in my claim that, say, pit-cooked pork shoulder is of a higher value than a processed jolly rancher.