10-07-2025, 01:28 AM
Recently I looked at John Cooper Clark, and I'm not very familiar with his work, or any poet’s work, but looking at it - I notice that in his pieces, he is presenting commentaries or even judgements and descriptions and images of and upon the world that he sees and experiences in his realm of being, and that as such, this position or perspective or crows nest, that he inhabits and speaks from, presupposes or requires that the point of attention that he perceives himself to be, is in some sense resolved, individuated, finished and sufficient and final to a point where it is not a matter of concern or consideration, or distraction or consequence to him, but rather, it is a source of competence and of resolution of imaginative faculty. Above all then, he is not concerned with himself per se, but rather with the world as it strikes him at the time.
If we consider John Cooper Clarke to be at one end of a 'spectrum', Can you think of anybody who inhabits the other end of the 'spectrum'? Somebody, who is consumed merely with the task of identifying and integrating their own experiences, states and sensations and thus who cannot present a finished or individuated point of attention to the reader, because their own experiences and reactions are more or less compelling and overwhelming, incomprehensible, stifling, tyrannical and consuming - as absolutely commanding objects for the attention? Wherein they are occupied with attempting to disclose their own inner states, which can never be reasonably or finally apprehended, because those states remain as a component of the apprehensive faculty itself in such a disposition or orientation of the attention inevitably, and wherein they are locked into a repeating pattern of suffocating self regarding and hopeless and resultless futile public self inquiry?
If we consider John Cooper Clarke to be at one end of a 'spectrum', Can you think of anybody who inhabits the other end of the 'spectrum'? Somebody, who is consumed merely with the task of identifying and integrating their own experiences, states and sensations and thus who cannot present a finished or individuated point of attention to the reader, because their own experiences and reactions are more or less compelling and overwhelming, incomprehensible, stifling, tyrannical and consuming - as absolutely commanding objects for the attention? Wherein they are occupied with attempting to disclose their own inner states, which can never be reasonably or finally apprehended, because those states remain as a component of the apprehensive faculty itself in such a disposition or orientation of the attention inevitably, and wherein they are locked into a repeating pattern of suffocating self regarding and hopeless and resultless futile public self inquiry?