In regards to the question “When did you start writing?” I give several answers depending on context.
If it’s a professional context, I say seventeen, that being the year that I first typed up, printed, and sent off poems to a real lit mag. I call it the year I began to take my writing seriously, the act of sending my poems out into the world for consideration an act of considering them worth, uhm, considering. (Two got published on that first try – bless those forgiving editors!)
If it’s more of the “When did you know you were a writer?” kind of question, then I go a little farther back. I talk about how as a kid I used to rewrite lyrics to songs I heard on the radio, how I filled up notebooks with various takes on other people’s melodies.
I look back and realize that putting my words into other people’s songs probably taught me something about form, about structure and rhyme. What exactly I learned, I don’t know. (I’m a terrible rhymer in poems!)
The core of the experience, though, cultivated an obsession with words – sounds, meaning, phrasing – of saying something and saying it concisely, aptly. Inevitably.
I threw away those notebooks sometime in middle school – a friend found me scribbling in one of them and asked what I wrote. I said homework, tucked it away, and later that night tossed them all into the garbage. Not a scrap remains.
words, yo
What has stayed with me through the years is a distinct respect and fascination with song lyrics.
In this spirit, let me share some of the lyrics of French singer Manu Chao!
I have been listening to his first album “Clandestino” non-stop this week. Manu Chao, after being in a few other bands, took to travelling and picking up different influences from the various street music he encountered to create a hybrid sound that is as much diverse as it is simple. His songs remind me of Garcia Lorca being influenced by the folk culture of Andalusia. His travelling manifests itself in his writing songs in French, Spanish,Italian Galician, Arabic, and Portuguese.
Here’s a line that I keep turning over my head:
El hambre viene, el hombre se va –
(Hunger comes, man leaves)
This is a fine line – more than that, you see in the words themselves how one letter changing (hambre = hombre) evokes so much of the meaning of the line. Now, take the line within its context in the song “El Viento (The Wind)”:
El viento viene
El viento se va
Por la frontera
El viento viene
El viento se va
El hambre viene
El hombre se va
Sin mas razon…
(The wind comes
The wind goes
Across the frontier
The wind comes
The wind goes
Hunger comes
Man leaves
Without a reason…)
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Suddenly the words take on a whole other meaning. That change from ‘a’ to ‘o’ in the words (hambre/hombre) seem almost a trick of the wind itself, the same wind that is being sung about.
Part of my general fascination with song lyrics is how you can do certain things in a song that you can’t do in a poem. I say this not to discredit one side or the other but to show them both as the formidable modes of expression that they are.
In his lyrics, the wordplay of hambre/hombre play out concisely the theme of vagabond that Manu Chao explores throughout his whole first album. Taken solely as words, the line is simply a proverb. But put to music, put within the larger context of musing on wind and then the even larger context of an album about transiency and the line becomes downright mythic.
Cool. You can listen to the song here.
And a fun one can be found here.
Happy bongoing!!!
jose
* photo found here.
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