Comments on: Whose Words These Are (18): Keith Waldrop http://www.radioopensource.org/whose-words-these-are-18-keith-waldrop/ Christopher Lydon in conversation on arts, ideas and politics Sun, 12 Feb 2012 19:09:22 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Grant http://www.radioopensource.org/whose-words-these-are-18-keith-waldrop/#comment-169115 Grant Fri, 03 Jun 2011 17:23:51 +0000 http://www.radioopensource.org/?p=4929#comment-169115 I love your shows Christopher. I've listened to them for the past five years and I wanted to comment on this particular episode. I listened to this one a year ago when I was starting to make electronic music and I instantly felt an immediate connection with Keith's poetry and his explanation of how he constructed his poetry. Thank you so much for the introduction Chris! For those interested in how a Waldrop fan might sound sonically, Check out Waldrop's Sonic Collage: www.myspace.com/waldrop39ssoniccollage I love your shows Christopher. I’ve listened to them for the past five years and I wanted to comment on this particular episode. I listened to this one a year ago when I was starting to make electronic music and I instantly felt an immediate connection with Keith’s poetry and his explanation of how he constructed his poetry. Thank you so much for the introduction Chris!

For those interested in how a Waldrop fan might sound sonically, Check out Waldrop’s Sonic Collage:
http://www.myspace.com/waldrop39ssoniccollage

]]> By: Randolph http://www.radioopensource.org/whose-words-these-are-18-keith-waldrop/#comment-93422 Randolph Tue, 15 Dec 2009 23:09:02 +0000 http://www.radioopensource.org/?p=4929#comment-93422 Waldrop is a wonderful example of someone who possesses a unique talent; an ability to cut through the unnecessary words and only deliver those that are truly meaningful. Waldrop is a wonderful example of someone who possesses a unique talent; an ability to cut through the unnecessary words and only deliver those that are truly meaningful.

]]> By: nother http://www.radioopensource.org/whose-words-these-are-18-keith-waldrop/#comment-93421 nother Mon, 14 Dec 2009 01:16:41 +0000 http://www.radioopensource.org/?p=4929#comment-93421 This guy is the goods. So sweet to hear a man give so thoroughly to his craft. In his reading I hear oddly enough, President Carter’s humane twang and cadence, which in my imagination emanates from some southern melancholy compassion of resignation (of course, Mr. Waldrop hails from Kansas) Most poets begin with the premise that a reading of their poem will clarify something for us with unique metaphors and similes; too often though their stanzas descend into abstractions and clever confoundment! – it must be profound if I don’t know what the hell they are talking about… Mr. Waldrop does the opposite; he confounds us right off, tenderizing our senses with his technique of arbitrariness. We thus engage his art free of notions and walls. This poet frees his poems from vanity as the fledglings are pushed from the nest. It all feels so natural. Maybe because that’s the trajectory of our lives, born from an eros of chaos we spend our brief time here scraping together whatever meaning we can, all the while bending our ear to the harmony. In seems to me that Keith Waldrop revels in the journey, the destination (and explanations) be damned. This guy is the goods. So sweet to hear a man give so thoroughly to his craft. In his reading I hear oddly enough, President Carter’s humane twang and cadence, which in my imagination emanates from some southern melancholy compassion of resignation (of course, Mr. Waldrop hails from Kansas)

Most poets begin with the premise that a reading of their poem will clarify something for us with unique metaphors and similes; too often though their stanzas descend into abstractions and clever confoundment! – it must be profound if I don’t know what the hell they are talking about…

Mr. Waldrop does the opposite; he confounds us right off, tenderizing our senses with his technique of arbitrariness. We thus engage his art free of notions and walls. This poet frees his poems from vanity as the fledglings are pushed from the nest.

It all feels so natural. Maybe because that’s the trajectory of our lives, born from an eros of chaos we spend our brief time here scraping together whatever meaning we can, all the while bending our ear to the harmony.

In seems to me that Keith Waldrop revels in the journey, the destination (and explanations) be damned.

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