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It's the Sex Pistols !!!!
Gregg GloryGregg Brown
其他書名
A Verse Tragedy
出版CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014
主題Poetry / American / General
ISBN14949259079781494925901
URLhttp://books.google.com.hk/books?id=HfHdoAEACAAJ&hl=&source=gbs_api
註釋Punk rock tore an ascending arc over the 1970s.It is an arc that does not falter still, emblazoned in the permanent whirl that all imaginative exertions trace. Often mistakenly labeled nihilists, they instead codified an era of the individual more unerringly than any tribe of artists since the flaming Romantics. There had to be some reason, some real reason, why, in the cynical innocence of seventeen, when some anonymous hand put on the Stiff Little Finger's 'Gotta Getaway,' I was trapped, smiling into the darkness.There was, in all this ecstatic and angry utterance, no damning naysaying of the nihilist, but rather an essential stripping down of all that could not become, or sustain, the single individual in his fierce pride and abject plight. And once all extraneous distraction of status or erroneous feeling is stripped out of a man, or falls into the dust-as with Lear on his bald heath or Richard Hell in the elemental landscape of Downtown-a man alone must extinguish or soar.The Sex Pistols were exemplars of the individual struggle for self-definition against the might machine of modern times. As the lights come up on an existential Sid Vicious, we hear in the prolog:We gather here some summers past his death;The air near us bears its sweet fragrance yetAs in the dim past it was accustomedTo have borne. We come to document a trialOf youth, and speed, and the chase of fireThat edges young veins anxious yet to burstThe bare confinement of the body.Ambitions churned in mills of desperate hope,And clear vision upreared from smoky tenementsCrouch within our subject's city-bounds as well.Everything not incidentalTo a prince's birth in loathed ashesShall be told in what we are about to speak:Mire costuming here a spirit as rareAs any that went naked in greater agesWhose philosophers, incidents, and strange talesWhisper still in books passed down to us.