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2.0 out of 5 stars
Poetry? Not really., Jun 21 2004
By Robert P. Beveridge "xterminal" - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: 42 MERZGEDICHTE (Paperback)
Jackson Mac Low, 42 Merzgedichte In Memoriam Kurt Schwitters (Station Hill Press, 1994)
Guess I started with the wrong book from Jackson Mac Low. 42 Merzgedichte in Memoriam Kurt Schwitters is basically unreadable; it's certainly not poetry. The first piece is a collage of various quotes by and about Schwitters from various places, and the forty-one following are successive degenerations of same, to the point where, in the final few, Mac Low (using a computer to generate the pieces) forgoes even language, coming up with various strings of letters that have no meaning whatsoever.
Sound is the most important component in poetry, but it has to be sound that means something, or at least is phrased as if it could mean something (viz. The work of John M. Bennett, who should by rights be America's foremost L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E poet; still, the establishment remains overlay enamored of Mac Low, Bernstein, et al. despite their output having not resembled poetry in some years). What we have here is an unreadable stew.
The most interesting thing in the book is that one of the pieces is set to music, and the last fifty or so pages here is an overview of how the piece should be performed. This is good stuff, and may be worth at least the time of borrowing it from the library and reading that last section; here, Mac Low is doing something interesting (and the piece set to music is one that is, for the most part, intelligible). The rest, though, is easily ignored. *