Recurring theme- Beat Generation

http://ronsilliman.blogspot.ca/2014/01/many-allen-ginsbergs-only-middle-row-is.html

This article mentions a few  films such as kill Your Darlings, On the Road, The line has shattered and how theyhave done a poor job rein acting the beat generation time period. The films looked fine cinematically, performances were mediocre but were missing the main message, cutting out important issues that were taking place. Film directors are continuing to make movies around this time period but are focused on making a pretty film and portraying important poets, figures inaccurately. Three of the films fail to introduce the sexual politics occurring in that time period. In conclusion these films portrayals on the beat generation are movies for people who never/ little knowledge of whats going on. Covers bits and pieces but for people who are educated and have understanding of those times will find it limited flawed and offer criticism. 

Sillman's Blog- Conceptual Poetics

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Christian Bok's work with Dna

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2011/04/the-xenotext-works/?woo

I think It's quite extrodinary that Christian is embedding poetry into dna. 

 I have never heard of Christian Bok before, intrigues me that he is doing 

something that is very different, outside of the box thinking. Having 

 trouble understanding him (wasn't concise), what I picked up from him was how diverse, 

possibilities and evolution of poetry.  I find this project interesting, impressed 

with his work, makes you question that humans are poetic beings. I like how

 the dna reacted to a certain poem, creating abstract shapes and patterns in his video.

 Lastly what caught my attention was that poetry can be preserved through dna which

 to me makes it timeless. Thinking about how people keep records in books, electronic 

devices, all of that could be wiped out by floods, technology crashing, in dna that issomething to think about. By preserving poems in dna they can last forever. 

Bob Dylan- Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.