Andrew Bird's Flights of Fancy
The first poet I fell in love with was E. E. Cummings. In elementary school we read his poems about springtime and childhood. It wasn't until years later that I discovered his poems about love and sex, mortality, war, and much more. There aren't many recent poets who have captured my imagination like E. E. Cummings does. Part of the problem is the difficulty of finding good contemporary poetry -- fewer and fewer magazines carry it, and only a few specialty publishers collect it into books. I haven't tried very hard to look for it, though, because my new favorite poets are working somewhere else entirely -- the stage of a local music venue.
My new favorite poet is Andrew Bird. I've been following him for five years now. If you've heard of him, it's probably been as a violinist and alternative musician.
Bird's lyrics roam from ancient civilizations to a whimsical post-apocalyptic paradise. Some of his songs hint at a story that ended just before he started singing; others sound just like Bird is enjoying playing with words, the way an abstract artist explores form and color. Like the poems of E. E. Cummings, Bird's lyrics spring to life when the listener learns to focus less on meaning and more on atmosphere.
Andrew Bird is one of those rare artists who doesn't just write music -- he creates worlds. But despite his lyric-writing ability, I have wonder if calling him a poet fully sums him up. If I only read his lyrics, I might have been reminded of E. E. Cummings but I wouldn't have been swept away in quite the same way. The music is part of the poetry. He builds delicate castles with piccolo and rhyme -- the sum is greater than the parts. I can't call him a poet because he's more than that.
So, my hunt for great contemporary poetry is still frustrated. But I can't say Andrew Bird has let me down.
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