The day I found Dick Hoggart was a populist reformistsentimentalistNostalgic petty-bourgeois social democrat subjectivistempiricistI saw the light of day, I turned to Ray, my structureof feeling it was born anewUntil I went and spoiled it all by writing somethingstupid in New Left ReviewWell then I read some Lukács that was fineI toed the line about totalityAnd since I was a prole it stirred my soul to knowmy consciousness could set men freeI was ignorant of Scott but who was not it didn'tmatter Georgy was my manThat dirty-low-down formalistic Stalinist historicistHegelian
Well things were getting schlecht I turned to Brechtand Piscator and Walter BenjaminProductive forces shock verfremdung contradiction,baby it was just my sceneThough Benjamin was swell well what the hellwho could admire as his main theoristAn adjacentist eclectic individualist technologistic humanist?You may talk of Adorno but I don't know it'spretty tortuous and gloomy stuffAnd Jameson is fine but to imbibe it after winejust leaves you feeling rough
Well I was in a spin I couldn't win so I waxed slightlysemiologicalTill digging out deep structures was denouncedby Macheray as metaphysicalThough Althusser is smart his views on art and ideologydon't ring quite trueSo hello Helen Gardner Donald Davie Denis Donoghue,I love you.
Terry Eagleton
Çoğunlukla sıradanlık. Bazen -lojik saçmalamalar, bazen cakacılık. Bir grup hilkatsizin anlamsız birlikteliği. Büyük ölçüde müşterek bir ilişki ama iç sesler de var. Bir de apartman var. Kediler, köpekler, böcekler ve periler var. Kolektif bir halet-i ruhiye...
18 Temmuz 2011 Pazartesi
The Ballad of Marxist Criticism (to the tune of "Say Something Stupid Like I Love You")
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