Neil Young, Gluck, and Jensen

OK, so it’s hard sometimes, being a Neil Young fan, but I persevere. Case in point, the Neil Young Archives Vol. 1, that I first read about right around 1988. It was first scheduled to come out, I think, around 1992? Something like that. Well, now it’s gone from 2007 to 2008 to 2009. This, just up on the Rolling Stone website:

So the box set has been pushed back to next year?
Yeah.

Why?
We had some technical problems with it in the end, and the amount of time that we had to work it out was not enough. I wanted it to have a mode where you didn’t have to watch it, where you could just listen to it, and there’d be like a screen saver thing up there. As simple as that seems, that was one of the areas where we were not complete. But it’s a huge job, and there’s a lot of stuff.

Is it going to be just BluRay, or BlueRay and DVD?
It’s gonna be BluRay, DVD, CD. It’ll be on iTunes. It’ll be everything. But it’s not coming out until the BluRay comes out, because the BluRay is the cutting edge. The BluRay is the best quality, and that’s where it’s gonna start. We don’t want to put out the lesser stuff first and then everybody go, “Well I know what this is. We’re not gonna get the BluRay.” We’re gonna force feed them the BluRay.

So you think early next year for it?
I think so. I thought it was gonna be late this year, but it didn’t work out. It’s old, so it doesn’t really matter when it comes out.



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Gar. Enough of that. I can’t imagine how long I’m going to have to wait for the CDs, as I am certainly NOT going to buy this monster as a BluRay. Music is not a movie. So, back to poems I love. Some of these I've been posting, I’ve posted on this blog before, but since blogs are ephemeral things, and the space is free, why not post them again?



Louise Glück
Telescope


There is a moment after you move your eye away
when you forget where you are
because you’ve been living, it seems,
somewhere else, in the silence of the night sky.

You’ve stopped being here in the world.
You’re in a different place,
a place where human life has no meaning.

You’re not a creature in a body.
You exist as the stars exist,
participating in their stillness, their immensity.

Then you’re in the world again.
At night, on a cold hill,
taking the telescope apart.

You realize afterward
not that the image is false
but the relation is false.

You see how far away
each thing is from every other thing.


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Laura Jensen
The Red Dog


You know that he is going to die
as soon as I tell you
he is standing beside me
his hair in spikes and dripping
from his body. He turns his head.
Canadian geese
all of them floating along the shore.
The red dog is swimming for them
only his head shows now
they flap into a curve and move
farther along the bay.
You know that he is going to die
this is the time for it
while there is a way to vanish
while the geese are moving off
to be their hard sounds
as their bodies leave the water.