tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295909.post7292346454125862546..comments2024-02-23T03:28:33.435-05:00Comments on Culture Industry: John Davidson, for Labor Day (early)Mark Scrogginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01431113440875342809noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295909.post-14467499245745564872011-09-08T05:22:40.812-04:002011-09-08T05:22:40.812-04:00Nature-society analogies always break down, but th...Nature-society analogies always break down, but the general drift is clear, i.e. hatred of a capitalist culture in overdrive. The panacea of a "summer-fallow" is vague in comparison with workers' revolution. I suppose it contains an idea of low-population susbsistence society (in which there would be neither cathedrals, prostitutes nor madmen) but others may know better.Michael Peveretthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17090710369630916194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295909.post-7075896933592135682011-09-08T03:19:30.978-04:002011-09-08T03:19:30.978-04:00Yes there's putrefaction for sure, but I think...Yes there's putrefaction for sure, but I think he is suggesting the field should be left fallow next year rather than high yields of beauty and divinity be forced through further use of violent fertilisers. Quite what this would mean for production of organic grains and vegetables in succeeding years probably went unconsidered by Davidson, best known as a poet of working-class urban life. And a very under-rated poet too (although not by TS Eliot).John Wilkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08142976021371732810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295909.post-18702024253948748072011-09-03T12:04:45.655-04:002011-09-03T12:04:45.655-04:00Does he think there's no putrefaction beneath ...Does he think there's no putrefaction beneath a fallow field? I appreciate the anger and rhythm, but the figures don't gel.<br /><br />Hope you too enjoy your undeserved pleasures this weekend of leisure...;-)Vance Maverickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07477306994564623348noreply@blogger.com