Born in 1854, poet Arthur Rimbaud was every inch a modern punk star. There was the same love of drugs, cigarettes, long hair, perfectly grungy clothing and contempt for the bourgeoisie. But most of all, there was the poetry reams of it, which began appearing when Rimbaud was fourteen: rapturous, hallucinogenic, pyrotechnical, and unlike anything anyone had ever heard before. Now, courtesy of playwright David Ives, we miraculously have a sound recording of one of Rimbauds poetry readings in Paris from the very night his masterpiece "A Season in Hell" was published. The segment is ten minutes long; you might be generally interested in the piece. The reference to memes shows up during the eighth minute. (There's also an offhand use of "tipping point" at the very beginning.) I found this noteworthy for the fact that the speaker used the term easily without pausing to explain. The meme meme is gaining traction ... |