Saturday, December 1, 2012

The Phenomenology of Athesthetic Angst

The Phenomenology of Aesthetic Angst

Fragmentation, acceleration
Peter Brotzmann
blasting, howling,
the world's sorrows and beauties
in my car.

Then...inside the store
Kenny G mangles an already
treacly Christmas song.

I fantasize:

The Highest Aesthetic Authorities apprehend G.--should have been done long ago...
They shear him of all hair above his neck.
They tie him to a wooden chair
in a room
Peter Brotzmann,
who proceeds to play every reed instrument
for two hours
with his trio.

What's left of G is
better for our world.
And I am vindicated.