By: Franklin Bruno
An overlooked Motown Records songwriter.
“Do not sing to rain, poet, make it rain.”
His solos elliptically paraphrase his melodies.
Clarity and balance, not disorientation, were his artistic mainsprings.
Her chorines, molls, and paroled hookers know their onions.
She quietly contributed to dozens of nouvelle vague classics.
He defined or refined the dialogue comedy, the war picture, the detective yarn, and more.
Elected to poetry like a fucking nun with a “vocation.”
A slim, reticent oeuvre.
Stax, and soul, wouldn’t have been the same without him.
The witty founder of “ordinary language philosophy”
“Beware of Elvis.”
Trying to write about one clearly defined question at a time.
Franklin Bruno on hip hop’s dance crew The Lockers
Derrida said of this pop star: “He knows his Wittgenstein.”