Tuesday dying seems a fuss [by Vincent Katz]

I was thinking of the "Monday, Monday" song from yesterday, and it occurred to me that that idea derives from an old blues song and that the artists of the 1960s maintained a link to the great singers and songwriters from the past that seems to have been ruptured now.  Since the ’70s, we have had the liberty to go back and utilize art from any period in our art, but simultaneously our memories have grown shorter and shorter due to the constantly increasing influx of information, so that, a few years ago, artists were content simply to mimic what they saw on television or the net and think their job was done.  Now, there has been a slight reaction to that, in the form of slackerism, outsiderism, which seems to take a more political stance, anti-media, but without much recourse to move it in any positive direction.  Maybe we could call it Jellyfishism, in which the artist is content to float aimelessly finding food whenever it happens to brush against it.  I am thinking more of the visual arts than of poetry.  Poets, by nature word-users, tend to read a lot.  Since the ’90s, there has been a lot of poetry that is highly reflective of diverse reading material.  There has also been poetry reflective of television and the net.  Hopefully, it gets put through a poetic filter and not just spewed back verbatim.  There are two problems with the reflective method: one is that it was introduced long ago, the other is that now we are submerged in information, whereas earlier the newspaper was just one of many items one encountered during the day.  More on isms a little later.  Notice your day!