It told me that I got 0 out of 10.
I couldn't believe this, so I tried it again, choosing the opposite answers. It said I got 0 out of 10 again.
This didn't seem that hard to me, but maybe I've just listened to a lot of Kool Keith? (Were all the lyrics from Dr. Octagonycologist?)
I got 6, but I don't know who one is and never read the other guy.
4: Same for me! I wonder if they were the same 6.
9/10, never having heard anything by Keith (to my knowledge) and with my Joyce exposure limited to Dubliners, Portrait, and "Golden Hair".
8/10. Never heard of KK, but most of the rap lyrics are a bit obvious - they rhyme, or refer to Americana that didn't exist in JJ's time.
I'm home sick again, listening to Mumford and Sons, who I'd never heard before. They sound really unhappy.
5: I was going by words that sounded too recent to be in Joyce.
I had the same thing as peep. I blame IE.
9/10. The one I got wrong was pretty stupid.
I didn't exactly recognize all the Keith ones but he has a specific flow that's very recognizable to me.
I got 8. And ditto on Keith having a specific flow. Although some of my favourite stuff on Droctagonetc is, I think, actually Sir Menelik.
9, on diction. Don't know KK. British rappers, um, well, Lady Sov's kind of got a Biz Markie thing going, but I don't come back for more.
What do others think of Aesop Rock? Not quite poetry, but there's something there
Okay, woke to a grocery list
Goes like this: duty and death
Anyone object, come stand in the way
You can be my little Snake River Canyon today
And I ran with a chain of commands
And a jetpack strap where the backstab lands if it can.
Sisters,
Like Harriet Tubman assist us,
By grabbin' the gat
And bustin' back
(Not Keith or Joyce. I got 8 out of 10)
Found it mostly fairly easy to tell, because the bulk of Kool Keith's lyrics are written to be rhymed over a beat and Joyce's (however they might occasionally toy with meter) aren't. But I did miss two.
15: Big Aesop Rock fan. Practically every line of the song "Citronella" is pure gold:
"Cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky,
collar pop, Jolly Roger, die motherfucker die,
Apache on the ship shape and Bristol fashion
snuck a jammy through the red tape and tip-toed past him.
"Worm teeth grinding feverishly below,
as little organic hacksaws eager to feed and grow:
so when it's Blackhawk over the glass walk, they surface up through the cash crops with clippers for your belly-up mascots, and never dine alone . . ."
And so on.
It's the year of the silkworm
Everything I built burned yesterday
Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve
Elevate the spreading of the silk germ
Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead
10 for 10, and not that hard. If I hadn't remembered Joyce was an ass man, I might have had trouble with the "mellow yellow" quote, but other than that it wasn't hard to notice the rhymes and rhythms of Keith are very different from JJ's. (Plus allusions to metaphysics, theology, etc. are a dead giveaway.)
No one lives in this room
without confronting the whiteness of the wall
behind the poems, planks of books,
photographs of dead heroines.
Without contemplating last and late
the true nature of poetry. The drive
to connect. The dream of a common language.
Adrienne Rich :(
Funny haiku are apparently a hawaiian tradition. I remember this one from a friend:
Back home from the fields
A stranger in my shower
Uh-oh, not my house
I got 8/10 with only the smallest familiarity with Joyce. Fair familiarity with Kool Keith though.
10/10. Mildly embarrassed at how easy it seemed to distinguish the two. HOW CAN I MONETIZE HTIS SKILL