I recall hearing a Manu Chau song at numerous parties. Me gustas tu, I think. Whilst not hating it, I felt like hearing an antidote to this perfectly fashionable brew of reggae, latin acoustic, protesty, hedonistic musik, music that no-one would dare object to. Dope-y, ethnic, yet sounding clichéd to me.
"What is this crap?"
"What? This is Manu Chau man. Get a life!"
Like objecting to Rooibos tea in certain circles
"but it's from South Africa!"
So I just wonder what the antidote to Manu Chau is.
I'm starting to get sick of the blues - rock paradigm too. In fact I think I've always been sick of that.
Blues Folk Rock Roots bla bla bla
and don't get me started on Franz Ferdinand.
Antidotes, I need antidotes....
Christian Marclay?
Now, I want to write antidotes for poems or parts of poems.
This will be more like writing opposite / inverted meanings or images. I am going to start with this poem and see what it gives me:
Kirk Pram
12 long years have not broken him.
Exiled in a battle poem, wiping mud and blood from his knees
he creeps like a puddle of cream,
advances on your magnetic north.
Every word he utters makes a dog bark
and the images trickle out of his head.
His eyes are half-shut as he paints his name in palest blue
on the door of the guilt enclosure.
Floating on a river of lava he doesn’t singe, just sweats
till at an opportune moment
he swerves to avoid the dark side, falls
into a warm salty bath
and gently washes off his erudite tattoos
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