Surprising news from @dickon_edwards:
New London Review Of Books namechecks the Fat Tulips! Is the writer, Harvard teacher Stephen Burt, a closet tweepop-phile?
He's not making it up. Stephen Burt reviews a bunch of digital-media related books and lobs this in:
No wonder disintermediation has generated such moral panic: the changes that have made it so much harder for Disney or NewsCorp to control what you see and hear are the same changes that make it very much harder for you to limit what your kids see and hear. A Tasmanian teenager can now discover – and, through social networks, find other people who are discovering – the poetry of Lorine Niedecker, the music of the Fat Tulips and the manifestos of climate change activists; she can also find encouragement, on the frightening ‘pro-ana’ (anorexia) sites, if she wants to starve herself to death. She can thereby redefine herself, if she likes, as a poetry reader, as a climate activist, as anorexic. Yet she is more likely (as Watkins suggests) to define herself just as she would have without the internet – by social class, by pre-existing tastes, by her schoolfriends.
Yes, yes, the Tasmanian teenager might be able to discover Where's Clare Grogan Now? - but still can't hear Clare Grogan's solo album, can she?