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dave d Posted - 16/07/2008 : 23:37:09
from jeanette lynne's dusty springfield poetry book



if it takes everyday of my life
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reputation Posted - 30/07/2008 : 10:23:25
quote:
Originally posted by Clare

Huh????? This is actually going to be published??????

Clare xx


Oh Yes Clare but I can't imagine people waiting for the doors to open at Waterstones on the day of publication - do you?
Clare Posted - 29/07/2008 : 23:55:33
Huh????? This is actually going to be published??????

Clare xx
reputation Posted - 27/07/2008 : 11:36:20
quote:
Originally posted by Bobbie

Devil's advocate here......She must have LOVED our Dusty to have put this much time and energy into this project. Maybe we could cut her a little slack for that reason, alone.

Any thoughts????????????

BOBBIE


To quote an American phrase Bobbie "Get Outta Here". If you're going to write something about a person and have it published AND expect people to pay money for it then for goodness sake write someting worthwhile.

She's not doing it for nothing, or will she donate a portion of her royalties to the Royal Marsden?

I am so glad it was posted here as I wouldn't buy it if it was reduced to a penny! And that is my honest opinion!!!!
Janie Posted - 26/07/2008 : 22:11:26
quote:
Originally posted by Bobbie

Devil's advocate here......She must have LOVED our Dusty to have put this much time and energy into this project. Maybe we could cut her a little slack for that reason, alone.

Any thoughts????????????

BOBBIE



Agree with the sentiment Bobbie....could be that she thought Dusty could make her some money though?

Joking aside, I think you make a very valid point. I have to admit to not exactly 'getting' poetry. I know that makes me sound entirely plebish (well....I am ) but I do not have a great affinity with this form of the written word and even if the works were the best poetry out I really would not have a clue.

Janie x54
Lindakron Posted - 26/07/2008 : 15:36:13
quote:
Not even the piggiest
piglets among you can ever eat your way
to the bottom.



Now there's a line I'd like to have the opportunity to quote someday!

x - Linda - x
Bobbie Posted - 26/07/2008 : 14:04:42
Devil's advocate here......She must have LOVED our Dusty to have put this much time and energy into this project. Maybe we could cut her a little slack for that reason, alone.

Any thoughts????????????

BOBBIE
Janie Posted - 26/07/2008 : 10:58:38
quote:
Originally posted by reputation

Just remembered a good line from a sogn Dusty sings (Sweet Lover No More)

"You've Been Talking Such Trash"

Sounds like a good review for the book !





Janie x54
reputation Posted - 25/07/2008 : 23:01:37
Just remembered a good line from a song Dusty sings (Sweet Lover No More)

"You've Been Talking Such Trash"

Sounds like a good review for the book !
Earthbound Gypsy Posted - 23/07/2008 : 00:52:40
That's putting it nicely

Not something I'll be rushing out to the stores to buy. I know all of us combined can do a lot better than this!

Marty


quote:
Originally posted by reputation

quote:
Originally posted by TMAK

What can I say? I'm underwhelmed.



TMak


I quite agree with you, what a load of bird droppings!!!!

The woman is obsessed with fish!!!!!

Will people actually pay money to read such trash?

treking Posted - 22/07/2008 : 22:52:29
Emm I can't say that I'm overly impressed.

Trek

Also known as Carole.
Memphis Posted - 22/07/2008 : 20:48:49
I like 'The Producer's Poem'.

Memphis
Ever since we met...
reputation Posted - 22/07/2008 : 19:01:51
quote:
Originally posted by TMAK

What can I say? I'm underwhelmed.



TMak


I quite agree with you, what a load of bird droppings!!!!

The woman is obsessed with fish!!!!!

Will people actually pay money to read such trash?
TMAK Posted - 22/07/2008 : 12:10:49
What can I say? I'm underwhelmed.



TMak
Janie Posted - 22/07/2008 : 10:37:52
A few extracts from the book It’s Hard Being Queen: The Dusty Springfield Poems

Copyright © Jeanette Lynes, 2008

http://www.freehand-books.com/books/2008-fall/its-hard-being-queen.html

Dust, Musings

(at an unspecified moment)
Who can explain the accidents of birth?
She could have been a speckled trout,
a peacock, diamond, boy. Her talents
went straight to her throat, her ears
(dimming her eyes, her fans in later
years a screamy blur of love). If, falling
from her pram, she’d died, there’d be
no fans. Who can know the figments
of life, its angers? Her father’s fingers
leafing through tax blanks, should have
shaken some concert hall’s ivory keys.
Her mother numbed by a drug called
Technicolor, lost in the movie house.
The adolescent monster in the mirror,
her – a girl no good at swimming,
Jane Austen, or anything.
Who can predict when the glass
will finally speak – Open your mouth –
reach deep into your throat, it’s all
there: fish, bird, gem, boy, song.

The Record Shop

1951. She strides forth, clears her throat:
“I’d like to make a record, please.”
The shopkeeper bends over the counter
to better see her. He laughs. “Are you
legal?” “Of course not,” she says,
“but I’ve got the quid so let me
make my record, maybe then they’ll
believe me.” “Who?” “My family.”
Whoever she is, she saddens him –
one more war baby with bad nerves,
hundreds unhinged by that mess. Well
if it makes her feel better, why not?
Her song heaves from her throat –
When the Midnight Choo Choo Leaves
for Alabam. Just as he thought –
no child should sound so old so dark –
so knowing in a circus kind of way.
He wraps the grooves engrained
with her song. His hands shake.
For years the midnight choo choo
haunts his ears.

A Brief History of Vinyl

(later)
A record is a palimpsest, an incest
of sound. A drill-bit riding a carousel
at midnight. The world’s most whopping
layer cake. Not even the piggiest
piglets among you can ever eat your way
to the bottom. The backtracks
have backtracks. Sound behind sound
behind sound. Rave all you want
about your good ears, they’ll never
reach her record’s acoustic back country
and what a blessing – Buddy Rich
is calling her a bitch, there, a limey
broad. That human thud you can’t hear
is old Ida Metzger sailing onto Dusty’s
roadster’s hood. Then there’s wretched
blubbering Mary O’Brien won’t that
bloody cow stop and a myriad of other
frequencies you’re not picking up –
the clanking of eyelashes finale
of teacups hitting the wall Martha Reeves
howling as sardines fly into her
exquisite cocoa collarbones.
You can’t hear any of this.

The Producer’s Poem

…she had an obscure avant-garde genius as her goal.
¯Tom Dowd

If he had hair
he’d tear it out.
Hour nine, she records
the same syllable again,
again, again. She makes her art
one syllable at a time and it
hurts to watch. He can’t hear a hair
of difference between sounds, it’s one tick
of the clock against another.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” she says.
She is, as he supposed, from outer space,
why he worked to snag her in the first place.

She’s the sound of elsewhere, the struck note
you don’t hear every day. The alien trout
that melts your tongue then poisons you.
It would take so little, now, to throw her back
into the stream, walk
away. He wonders when they might graduate
to a whole word, an entire song.

“When it’s right,” she says. “It’s still not right.”

The truth is, space beings frighten him,
their power. He steps out for air,
sees the spell her hairdresser
is under, on call all these hours. Same
with her ladies in waiting
beyond the control room,
doing crosswords, smoking,
flipping magazine pages, stirring coffee.
All on alert like she’s some deity.
Like she’s making them say “love”
over and over
until they get it right.


Copyright © Jeanette Lynes, 2008




Janie x54
reputation Posted - 22/07/2008 : 08:29:40
What an annoying voice! I switched her off before she was finished.

If she's a writer she certainly can't read in public, she sounded like she was running for a bus!!!!

This is one book I WON'T be buying.
Earthbound Gypsy Posted - 17/07/2008 : 10:30:28
Exactly Memphis!

Marty
Memphis Posted - 17/07/2008 : 08:54:17
I agree with Marty. And it's not much of a poem, it's more like a list.

Memphis
Ever since we met...
Earthbound Gypsy Posted - 17/07/2008 : 01:38:01
I don't think I care for what I heard.

Marty
Carole R. Posted - 16/07/2008 : 23:47:31
Wow!...I'm gonna have to listen to that more than once Dave!..

Jenette read it out too fast, with not enough time for it all to sink in...

Thankyou for posting.

Carole R xx

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