Haim came out of nowhere, improbable as Lana D.R. - in fact, not improbable at all - everyone in music is popping out all over, these days, springing up like hey presto. This song has a zany-infectious thrill to it, because it is such in-yer-face pure girl pop, channeling Fleetwood Mac and Wacko Jacko, and any number of MTV hits from 1982. 30 years later, this still seems like the best song Pat Benatar never had. Really a treat.
When you open your mouth to speak, are you smart? A funny question from a great song, but also, a good one, when it comes to poets, and poetry. We tend to have a very ambiguous view of intelligence in poetry, one that I'd say is dysfunctional. Basically, it goes like this: once you are safely dead, it no longer matters how smart you were. For instance, Auden was smarter than Yeats , but most would still say Yeats is the finer poet; Eliot is clearly highly intelligent, but how much of Larkin 's work required a high IQ? Meanwhile, poets while alive tend to be celebrated if they are deemed intelligent: Anne Carson, Geoffrey Hill , and Jorie Graham , are all, clearly, very intelligent people, aside from their work as poets. But who reads Marianne Moore now, or Robert Lowell , smart poets? Or, Pound ? How smart could Pound be with his madcap views? Less intelligent poets are often more popular. John Betjeman was not a very smart poet, per se. What do I mean by smart?
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