The Basement Tapes: The Song Remains The Same

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The Song Remains The Same

Just got off train. Pretty amusing ride. Heard this voice at back of carriage going 'Fuck!' 'Fuck.' 'Fuck!' 'Fuuuuck'. Then a staccato set of 'fuck fuck fuck'. And so on. I was trying to work/ read but he drove me crazy. Then after a while I started to enjoy it. Like some weird John Cage performance art music piece.

I was amazed this unseen guy could get so much variety out of one word. We're talking a twenty minute train ride here. During it people slowly started moving by me, an evacuation. Eventually I could not resist and turned around. Fatal move, the eye contact thing. And I see this very grubby street guy moving towards, steel wool hair, the spider shuffle. I turn away as quickly as possible hoping he wont sit next to me. Lucky me, he goes for a big seat just ahead of me and lays down on it in a state of frustration, rubbing his temples. Nut case.

Then I hear the voice again - from behind me - 'Fuck!'. So even the mad street person seated in front of me now cannot bear this crackpot behind me cursing. Then all of a sudden the curser sounds surprised, even happy and expands his reportoire with a 'fucking hell'. It's almost cheerful. The musical climax. A eureka moment. Then its back to 'fuck fuck fuck' again, by which time I leave the train.

- Mark Mordue

5 comments:

that's "mistah rv, sir" to you! said...: fuckety fucking unfucked fuckety fucking fuckety fuckety fucking fuckety fucking fucked fucksome fuckety fucking fuckety fucking fuckety fucking fuck as fucking fuckless unfucked fuckall; January 31, 2012 at 6:27 PM
rv branham said...: fuckety fucking unfucked fuckety fucking fuckety fuckety fucking fuckety fucking fucked fucksome fuckety fucking fuckety fucking fuckety fucking fuck as fucking fuckless unfucked fuckall; January 31, 2012 at 6:28 PM
that's "mistah rv, sir" to you! said...: sorry for the second post... sort of a rinse lather repeat clusterfphuck; January 31, 2012 at 6:30 PM
duncan said...: I think he was playing a DS-3D & forgot he was out-&-about. seen it happen.; February 24, 2012 at 1:56 AM
Unknown said...: Could be. Must have been a very frustrating game.; February 24, 2012 at 9:18 AM

Taking my pulse...

Book - "The Unknown University" by Roberto Bolano and "The Ballad of Dexi Lee" by Lisa Nicol and Lucy Culliton
Art - "Renaissance to Goya - prints and drawings from Spain" at the Art Gallery of NSW, Sydney
Music - "Third/Sister Lovers" by Big Star and "Another Self Portrait (1969-71)" by Bob Dylan
Television - "Adventure Time (with Finn and Jake)"
DVD - The Beatles documentary "Let It Be"
Film - Gee it's been a while since I went to the movies!
Miscellaneous - the sound of words rather than just their meaning and how that music lets you through rabbit holes into the past; hospitals; park rotundas; Skip James' blues; ghosts from my 20s; watching my children play.

Winner 2014 Peter Blazey Fellowship

I am very happy to announce I am winner of 2014 Peter Blazey Fellowship, which recognizes an outstanding manuscript in the fields of biography, autobiography or life writing. The purpose of the Fellowship is to assist in the further development. It is facilitated by the Australian Centre at the University of Melbourne. I tied for the $15,000 prize with Michael Farrell, so we share the prize money and other resources on offer. Here’s a quote from the judges' report in response to a draft chapter I submitted on Nick Cave's youth in Wangaratta:

“Mordue’s work carefully probes the life and times of this seminal Australian figure, giving a vivid account of his early life as a child growing up in Wangaratta in the 1960s. A wide range of local sources add depth and perspective – and new information – about Cave that readers will very much enjoy. This is a lively, evocative biography that expertly situates this influential musician in a framework of country living, family networks and local institutions.”

PASCALL PRIZE 2010

On 22nd May 2010 it was announced at the Sydney Writers' Festival that Mark Mordue was the winner of the Pascall Prize: Australian Critic of the Year. It is the country's most prestigious award for critical writing and reflections on the arts, and carries with it a $15,000 prize. In coming to their decision the judging panel released a statement:

"Mark Mordue is the judges’ unanimous choice for winner of the 2010 Pascall Prize. In a very strong field of contenders, Mordue’s writing stood out both for its style and for its passionate commitment to its subject matter. His beautifully written and moving review of the film The Road (entitled ‘Towards Love’) exemplified the characteristics of his writing that most impressed us. Mordue brings to his arts journalism his own personal experiences and insights as well as an impressively broad-ranging knowledge of literature, film and music. His sensitive engagement with his subject matter, his lively mind and his delicious turns of phrase are a gift and a delight for the reader.

"Mordue’s reviews, interviews and essays never come across as token efforts or intellectual exercises but always as opportunities the writer has taken to explore deeper issues of the mind’s intellectual and emotional life. His own personal experiences and reflections illuminate his subject matter, drawing the reader into an expansive conversation that is intellectually and emotionally engaging and thought-provoking. As one judge put it, his writing has ‘a certain intellectual freedom, an unembarrassed insistence on feeling in the life of the mind’ that is ‘utterly engaging’. Another judge commented on the ‘impression of a keen mind, refusing to look away from what’s striking, confronting’. Mordue’s writing is writing that enriches the heart as well as the mind."

'HIGHLY COMMENDED' FOR THE PETER BLAZEY FELLOWSHIP 2011

Mark Mordue was runner-up for The Peter Blazey Fellowship 2011, an award for innovative life writing, biography and autobiography. All submissions to the Fellowship required an outline of your vision and a 5,000 word preview of your manuscript. Judges comments:

"Mark Mordue is one of the most exciting commentators of contemporary Australian culture. His highly commended manuscript offers an immediacy and vibrancy which draws musician and writer Nick Cave into the spotlight. Mordue’s writing is poetic and taut, and this biography will engage the reader not only with Cave’s life but also with the surrounding social and cultural context of recent decades."

Pinups

Roberto Bolano, Chilean born refugee of the Pinochet regime, Mexico inspired joker and dark-eyed dreamer, novelist and short story writer extraordinaire. Wild and original (and that don't happen nearly as often as it is claimed), with a pattern grabbing recklessness like no other. Check out Last Evenings on Earth first and keep diving in. I've never read anyone who can map your head so well, those perceptual shifts and intuitions and obsessions that are so much a part of living with other people and yourself. He's also pretty funny when he wants to be. If you don't mind sloppy generalisations, I'd describe him as a South American Jack Kerouac, a free genius at the hub of a whole cultural shift in the language and what it can do, and perhaps more importantly, what it's feeling. Though as soon as I write that I think, No, that's not right, he's more like a politicised, ghetto-dwelling F. Scott Fitzgerald yearning for his own green light, or a Jorge Luis Borges caught in a hippie Charles Bukowki's life, or.... what is he? Someone looking for a home? Some peace of mind? The guy is a planet all to himself, a singer for lost souls.