{"id":104899,"date":"2016-11-16T18:20:07","date_gmt":"2016-11-16T23:20:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=104899"},"modified":"2016-11-17T11:52:41","modified_gmt":"2016-11-17T16:52:41","slug":"poem-naked-person","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/11\/16\/poem-naked-person\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem Is a Naked Person"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_104900\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/poemisanakedpersonposter.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-104900\" class=\"wp-image-104900\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/poemisanakedpersonposter.jpg\" width=\"600\" height=\"545\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-104900\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">From the poster to <i>A Poem Is a Naked Person<\/i>.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I\u2019m tired of writing about dead people, but people keep dying. Now it\u2019s the musician Leon Russell, who died on Sunday at seventy-four. He\u2019s the archetypally long-haired Southern dude who had his hand in a million hit songs without the public ever growing wise to him. He wrote \u201cA Song for You.\u201d He played piano on the Byrds\u2019 \u201cMr. Tambourine Man\u201d and the Beach Boys\u2019 <em>Pet Sounds<\/em>. Elton John called him \u201cthe master of space and time,\u201d <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2016\/11\/14\/arts\/music\/leon-russell-hit-maker-and-musicians-musician-dies-at-74.html?rref=collection%2Fsectioncollection%2Fobituaries&amp;_r=0\">which I just learned from the<em>\u00a0New York Times <\/em>obit<\/a>. His solo work is an easy slurry of rock, country, and blues: it has an aw-shucks accessibility at first\u00a0but soon reveals its raw\u00a0edges and winsome tattered patches. Here\u2019s his song \u201cHummingbird,\u201d later covered by B. B. King:\u00a0<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/rokNTY_qLC4\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>The uninitiated should seek out a cogent, sober introduction to Russell and his music\u2014and that is most assuredly <em>not <\/em>what you\u2019ll get when you watch <em>A Poem Is a Naked Person<\/em>, the documentary Les Blank made \u201cabout\u201d Russell in 1974.\u00a0But I\u2019d enthusiastically recommend <em>A Poem <\/em>if you\u2019d prefer to be immersed\u2014fully submerged, even\u2014in Russell\u2019s life as he was living it in \u201974, and if you want to see all the barbecue he was eating at that time.\u00a0This is one of those shaggy, fly-on-the-wall works of cinema verit\u00e9 that draws a rollicking, nervous energy from all the tumult and confusion it chronicles; it is, as Alan Scherstuhl described it last year in the<em>\u00a0Village Voice<\/em>, \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.villagevoice.com\/film\/les-blank-s-lost-leon-russell-doc-a-poem-is-a-naked-person-is-one-of-the-great-portraits-of-seventies-weirdness-7303684\">whiskery and restless, grooving and grotesque<\/a>.\u201d\u00a0It features, among other things, a snake eating a baby chick, a glass-eating skydiver, a scorpion bottler, and a long interval of psychedelic mural painting. Sometimes there\u2019s live music, too.<\/p>\n<p>Russell was baffled by the film. He seemed to regret, sort of, hiring an experimental documentarian for a straight-ahead tour flick, and he refused to let <em>A Poem<\/em>\u00a0see a proper release until last year, even as Blank\u2019s reputation grew. \u201cI thought it might be of value in the future,\u201d Russell said. And so it is. The movie\u2019s great title comes from Bob Dylan\u2019s liner notes to <em>Bringing It All Back Home<\/em>, which are strangely apropos given Dylan\u2019s recent, contentious Nobel win and all the more powerful in the wake of Russell\u2019s death:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>my poems are written in a rhythm of unpoetic distortion \/ divided by pierced ears. false eyelashes \/ subtracted by people constantly torturing each other. with a melodic purring line of descriptive hollowness \u2013 seen at times thru dark sunglasses an other forms of psychic explosion. a song is anything that can walk by itself \/ i am called a songwriter. a poem is a naked person \u2026 some people say that i am a poet\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<div class=\"blog-copy\">\n<p><em>Dan Piepenbring is the web editor of <\/em>The Paris Review.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019m tired of writing about dead people, but people keep dying. 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