Some time ago, an urban anthropologist and folklorist suggested that one of his chief informants, Tommy Elliot, might have collected ballads, songs, or other sayings about chickens. This cannot come soon enough. For a poetics of poultry is urgently needed.
Still, until we can get a more definitive reading, it seems clear that Visions of Wasting and Apocalypse lurk behind the urban chicken. Adding to a newspaper piece this morning, one commenter wrote:
But what about our race to embrace Third World cultures?Affluence could hardly be more anxious. Get these people a beer!
Update:Over at DSS, Emily has turned up some rooster rhymes! They're a little bawdy and the first stanza starts like this -
It takes me back to the good old daysHead on over to read the rest!
when chickens ran the yard.
My cock would come out every morning
and stand up straight and hard.
(Chicken in Bush's Pasture, circa 1900 - Salem Library Historic Photos Collection)