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Eugène Pottier

The original Internationale arose from the Paris Commune and I am going to memorize it as an exercise in history. This is the first stanza.

Debout! les damnés de la terre
Debout! les forçats de la faim
La raison tonne en son cratère,
C’est l’éruption de la fin.
Du passé faisons table rase
Foule esclave, debout! debout!
Le monde va changer de base
Nous ne sommes rien, soyons tout!

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Phil Ochs

I am listening to Phil Ochs who died forty years ago this weekend.

I remember that spring so clearly. There was so much foreboding, and there were so many elements and remnants left from a brighter past. These remnants were disappearing and I was a child growing with the sun and rain that filled us all with nostalgia.

Ochs was a generation older than me when he was alive, but he is much younger now. And so much time has passed, and he seemed dated when I last tried out these recordings, but now he seems timeless.

We were too young to go out then and we listened to music in the headphones and pored over liner notes. Dave van Ronk, another player we liked, had this to say about Ochs.

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I am thinking about affect, how important it is, and love and support and rationality and resources, the difference they make.

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On the Rolling Stones in Cuba

I saw Larry Hill of the Guardian say:

The Rolling Stones formed between the Bay of Pigs Invasion and Cuban Missile Crisis. Around the time baby boom kids’ fear of the Cold War was getting in the way of spending their baby boom allowance. I too was conceived and born in this gap between being scared to death of utter nuclear annihilation and not giving a fuck. After this generational shift in consciousness, posture and pose were indistinguishable and interchangeable. The Stone’s entire catalog backs this up, from their empty fascination with American blues to their bland late offerings. Aside from their bad boy portrayals in the media they never really pandered to hippies’ false hopes or stepped on anyone’s toes and never really took a side. Because of this there couldn’t have been a better neutral representation of Western music to open Cuba: once dominant now ineffectual, once muscular now atrophied, once read dangerous and disruptive now read quaintly harmless, once in the moment now unknowingly out of date–living out the fate of any revolution.

There are of course left and also right wing critiques of the fact that the Stones played Cuba. But what about this critique of them? I mean, I think I know these things already and did not expect more, and am not as upset therefore. But what do you think?

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Tous les temps en temps

This is the song, and you should listen to it, tu le ton son ton. Tiempo tiempo. Everyone wants more time time time, all the ton son ton, and thinks that if they could only manage their time time time, everything would be done in Time.

Every task I did today seemed burdensome and difficult because I did not have enough time, so rather than find ways be more efficient I decided to do the things as I would if I were not worried about time. It made everything so much more pleasant.

The fact is that we do not have enough time, and no amount of saying we should be able to do more Things with less time will change this — it only obscures the source of the malaise.

I want to be efficient about many things, however, because although I know how I would do them if I had enough time I am also not enough interested in them to put in that much time.

We are reading poetry and essays next in my classes, taking a break from narrative, and suddenly I find my interest mounting and my time using itself more efficiently.

This is why your teaching should reflect your research interests. And I may say my current research interests are this or that, but it is when we work on poetry, and essays on poetics, that time and work flow.

Tous les temps en temps, tu le ton son ton, here’s a poem poem poem, dans les rangs de cannes, cannes, cannes:

Tous les temps en temps
J’vais voir ma ‘tite femme
Tous les temps en temps
Je vais voir ma ‘tite femme
Tous les temps en temps
C’est la seule moi je l’aime

Tu m’a gain loin icite
Dans les rangs de cannes
Tu m’a gain loin ici
Dans les rangs des cannes
Tous les temps en temps
Je vais voir ma ‘tite femme

Hey Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Tous les temps en temps
Je vais voir ma ‘tite femme

Hey toi
Quoi m’a faire moi tout seul
Hey toi là-bas
Quoi m’a faire moi tout seul
Tous les temps en temps
Je vais voir ma ‘tite femme

J’te tiende dans mes bras
Jusqu’à minuit à soir
J’te tiende dans mes bras
Jusqu’à minuit à soir
Tous les temps en temps
Je vais voir ma ‘tite femme

Tous les temps en temps
J’vais voir ma ‘tite femme
Tous les temps en temps
Je vais voir ma ‘tite femme
J’vais voir ma ‘tite femme
Oh dans les rangs de cannes

And that is a song by Clifton, of course.

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Entretien avec Nadia Boulanger

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Rising Appalachia

Cumberland Gap.

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