cut-up of Rimbaud texts
I'm offended by those who consider art to be just (or even mostly) content.
What I always knew about Rimbaud and which I grow to appreciate more and more
as I research him for my "opera" [working title: 'Les deserts de
l'amour'], is that his genius as a poet is primarily in his FORM. This cut-up
crap destroys the very essence of his poetry. Anyone can think up a sequence of
provocative images on their own, without having to pillage them from complete,
form/content-integrated works of art written by others.
Sure, whatever.
What I always knew about Rimbaud and which I grow to appreciate more and more
as I research him for my "opera" [working title: 'Les deserts de
l'amour'], is that his genius as a poet is primarily in his FORM. This cut-up
crap destroys the very essence of his poetry. Anyone can think up a sequence of
provocative images on their own, without having to pillage them from complete,
form/content-integrated works of art written by others.
Sure, whatever.
