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Thursday 25 November 2021

The Write Advice 160: ANTHONY BURGESS


I had turned myself into a novelist, and novelists are perhaps the last people in the world to be entrusted with opinions.  The nature of a novel is that it has no opinions, only the dialectic of contrary views, some of which, all of which, may be untenable and even silly.  A novelist should not be too intelligent either, although, like Aldous Huxley, he may be permitted to be an intellectual.  It is in order for him to make aesthetic judgements, though these will tend to partiality and the reflection of his own practice.  But it is dangerous to turn him into a little seer or twopenny philosopher, though this is probably bound to happen when professional philosophers and churchmen have so little useful to say about moral or social problems.
      The practice of fiction can be dangerous: it puts ideas into the head of the world.

You've Had Your Time (1990)


 

Use the link below to visit the website of THE INTERNATIONAL ANTHONY BURGESS FOUNDATION, an English-based organisation which 'encourages and supports public and scholarly interest in all aspects of the life and work of Anthony Burgess.'  It also operates a museum/performance space in his home town of Manchester.

 

http://www.anthonyburgess.org/

 

 

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Thursday 18 November 2021

Words for the Music 021: BOBBIE GENTRY

 
BOBBIE GENTRY
1967
 
 
 
ODE TO BILLY JOE
BOBBIE GENTRY
from the 1967 Capitol LP  
Ode To Billy Joe
 
 
 
 
 
ODE TO BILLY JOE
 
 
It was the third of June
Another sleepy, dusty delta day
I was out choppin' cotton
And my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
And walked back to the house to eat
And mama hollered at the back door
Y'all remember to wipe your feet
And then she said
I got some news this morning 
From Choctaw Ridge
Today Billy Joe McAllister
Jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And papa said to mama
As he passed around the black-eyed peas
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense
Pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty
I got to plow
And mama said it was a shame
About Billy Joe anyhow
Seems like nothing ever comes to no good
Up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe McAllister's
Jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
 
And brother said he recollected
When he and Tom and Billy Joe
They put a frog down my back
At the Carroll County picture show
And wasn't I talkin' to him
After church last Sunday night
I'll have another piece of apple pie
You know it don't seem right
I saw him at the sawmill
Yesterday on Choctaw Ridge
And now you tell me Billy Joe's
Jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
 
And mama said to me
Child, what's happened to your appetite
I been cookin' all mornin'
And you haven't touched a single bite
That nice young preacher
Brother Taylor dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday
Oh, by the way
He said he saw a girl
That looked a lot like you
Up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billy Joe was throwin' somethin'
Off the Tallahatchie Bridge
 
A year has come and gone
Since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe
And brother married Becky Thompson
They bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus goin' round
Papa caught it and he died last spring
And now mama doesn't seem
To want to do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time
Pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
And drop them into the muddy water
Off the Tallahatchie Bridge
 
 
 
Words and music © 1967 Bobbie Gentry
 
 
 
 
Some songs appear to break every established rule of songwriting and go on to achieve classic status in spite of it.  Ode to Billy Joe, title track of Bobbie's Gentry eponymous debut LP, reached #1 on the US Billboard chart in August 1967, won her three Grammy awards and has since been voted one of the 500 greatest songs of all time by the (predominantly male and white) readers of Rolling Stone magazine. 

Yet the song itself, released more than half a century ago, remains an enigma wrapped in a riddle.  Who exactly is Billy Joe McAllister?  What is the precise nature of his relationship with the song's unnamed female narrator?  What object did they throw off the bridge together before Billy Joe threw himself into the muddy waters of Mississippi's Tallahatchie River?  None of these questions are answered yet ultimately the lack of definite information doesn't seem to matter.  The song remains a masterpiece of allusion and understatement, an example of what I would describe as 'sonic cinema' which takes the listener on a compelling aural journey that possesses the cumulative power of a brilliantly conceived short story.

Gentry achieves this effect by continuously shifting the song's point-of-view.  Its shared past tense narrative begins in the fields, then moves to the family kitchen, then shifts again to a memory of the past before ending in the present day.  Yet none of this feels jarring to the listener because the accompaniment, like Gentry's voice, is deeply soulful, with orchestral backing used to emphasize certain key lines without ever becoming obtrusive or overly dramatic.  The technique is almost entirely cinematic, jump cutting between incidents and images in a way that never compromises the song's appeal as a straightforward piece of storytelling.  None of that is easy to do in a four minute pop song, requiring laser-like precision on the part of the writer and, of course, on the part of the vocalist performing it as well.

Ode to Billy Joe also has the distinction, shared by only a handful of popular songs, of serving as the basis for an entire motion picture.  This film, directed by Max Baer Jr (who played the character of Jethro in The Beverly Hillbillies television series) and starring Robby Benson as Billy Joe and Glynnis O'Connor as his girlfriend Bobbie Lee Hartley, was released in 1976 and attempts to 'solve' the mystery of the song via a plot which shows the typically small town southern teenagers grappling with their first experiences of love and sex and, in the case of the title character, his unadmitted homosexuality.  The script, stated in the credits as being penned by Herman Raucher, was allegedly co-written by Bobbie Gentry herself, with some of the scenes filmed on the farm owned by her grandparents in rural Mississippi where she grew up.  It was made for the minuscule sum of $1 million and grossed $50 million at the US box office, a considerable achievement in itself given its setting and, for the time, its somewhat controversial subject matter.  
 
Gentry is thought to have retained ten per cent of the film's profits for life in her deal with Warner Bros Studios, which may have helped to fund her disappearance from the music business — and from the public eye altogether — after her final live appearance in 1981 on the Bob Hope All Star Salute to Mother's Day television special.  She's now rumored to be living in Los Angeles where she continues to ignore all requests for interviews and information about herself. 
 
 
Use the link below to visit the UK-based Bobbie Gentry website which features a full biography of North American singer/songwriter BOBBIE GENTRY along with a news section, a full discography and a photo gallery:
 
 
 
 
 
Special thanks to everyone who takes the time to upload music to YouTube.  Your efforts are appreciated by music lovers everywhere.
 
 
 
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Thursday 11 November 2021

Poet of the Month 073: QUEEN ELIZABETH I

 

QUEEN ELIZABETH I
7 September 1533 – 24 March 1603
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
AH, SILLY PUG, WERT THOU 
SO SORE AFRAID?
 
 
 
 
Ah, silly pug, wert thou so sore afraid?
Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed.
It passeth fickle fortune's power and skill
To force my heart to think thee any ill.
 
 
No fortune base, thou sayest, shall alter thee,
And may so blind a witch so conquer me?
No, no, my pug, though fortune were not blind,
Assure thyself she could not rule my mind.
 
 
Fortune, I know, sometime doth conquer kings,
And rules and reigns on earth and earthly things;
But never think fortune can bear the sway,
If virtue watch and will her not obey.
 
 
Ne I chose thee by fickle fortune's rede,
Ne she shall force me alter with such speed;
But if to try this mistress jest with thee,
 
 
. . . .
 
 
Pull up thy heart, suppress thy brackish tears,
Torment thee not, but put away thy fears.
 
 
Dead to all joys and living unto woe,
Slain quite by her that ne'er gave wise man blow,
Revive again and live without all dread;
The less afraid, the better thou shalt speed.

 
 
 
 
Written ? c 1570
 
Published 1960

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
pug = small dog; a term of endearment

Wat = abbreviation of Walter, ie. Sir Walter Ralegh

ne = nor
 
rede = counsel
 
speed = success/succeed
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Elizabeth Tudor — or Elizabeth I Queen of England and Ireland as she would be known after ascending the throne on 17 November 1558 following the death of her Catholic half-sister Mary — was arguably one of the most well-educated people and possibly the most well-educated woman of her time.  Not only was she taught to speak French, Dutch, Italian and Spanish as a child, she was also fluent in Latin and thought to have had an extensive knowledge of Greek along with a fair command of the Welsh, Cornish and Gaelic tongues.  She made many translations from Latin, including works by Cicero and Plutarch, and boasted an extensive knowledge of music and poetry as her father Henry VIII had before her.  She was raised, not as girls generally were in Tudor times to be seen but never heard, but as a Renaissance prince just as her father and half-brother Edward, who reigned as king until his early death in July 1553, had been raised.
 
 
During her own reign, the English language became perhaps the most expressive and precise language on earth, its many expert users helping to create what is now known as 'the Golden Age of Elizabethan literature.'  The Queen was an active participant in the rebirth of English culture, serving as patron to the theatre company of William Shakespeare and as the inspiration for Edmund Spenser's epic poem The Faerie Queen (1590–1599).  She similarly inspired Walter Ralegh, who named the new North American colony Virginia in her honour, and had what was, at times, a very difficult relationship with her following his secret marriage to Bess Throckmorton, one of her ladies in waiting.  This probably accounts for the teasing tone of Ah, Silly Pug, Wert Thou So Afraid? with its suggestion that Ralegh, here identified by the nickname 'Wat,' was mistaken to believe that she would ever be capable of truly doing him harm.  That would be the task of her successor James I, who had the Queen's former favourite beheaded on 29 October 1618 at the behest of Count Gondomar, Spanish ambassador to England, who was outraged that a party of men commanded by Ralegh had violated a treaty between the two countries by unsuccessfully attacking a Spanish outpost in Guiana.   
 
 
 
 
 
Use the link below to read more poems by QUEEN ELIZABETH I (1533–1603):
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Thursday 4 November 2021

The Write Advice 159: DORIS LESSING

 
In the writing process, the more a story cooks, the better.  The brain works for you even when you are at rest.  I find dreams particularly useful.  I myself think a great deal before I go to sleep, and the details unfold in the dream.
 
'Mrs Lessing Addresses Some of Life's Puzzles' 
[Article by HERBERT MITGANG published in The New York Times, 22 April 1984)
 

 

Use the link below to visit the website of British/Zimbabwean writer DORIS LESSING (1919–2013):

 

http://dorislessing.org/

  

 
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