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accidental, angular, & interdisciplinary literatures.
My head is my only house unless it rains
Don Glen Vliet
See here for Rehearsal, an ongoing
& growing collation of original (& borrowed)
digital ephemera.
Tenement Press is an occasional publisher of esoteric,
accidental, angular, & interdisciplinary literatures.
My head is my only house unless it rains
Don Glen Vliet
Were a wind to arise
I could put up a sail
Were there no sail
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I’d make one of canvas and sticks
Bertolt Brecht, ‘Motto’
(Buckow Elegies)
I could put up a sail
Were there no sail
Bertolt Brecht, ‘Motto’
(Buckow Elegies)
See here for Rehearsal, an ongoing
& growing collation of original (& borrowed)
digital ephemera.
Six Sermons for Bob Dylan
Lucy Sante
Tenement Press #15
978-1-917304-01-6
74pp
£12.50
ORDER DIRECT FROM TENEMENT HERE
Published 22nd November 2024
With an afterword by Greil Marcus
This beautiful book will appeal to sinners and the saved alike.
The Aquarium Drunkard Book Club / Chapter Thirty-One
What the world needs now are these conjured sermons from the always brilliant mind of Lucy Sante. In these rollicking and clarifying exhortations, she urges us to find the good and the God in everyone. We look inward, see how we have faltered, and discover our humanity. What is so refreshing is the call to love all of us: the fallen, the fools, the forgotten.
Dana Spiotta
Rev. J.M. Gates, ‘Death’s Black Train is Coming’ (1926)
1. Hypocrisy
You will find my text in the book of Matthew, Chapter Seven, Verse Five, where the apostle quotes King Jesus saying, ‘Thou hypocrite! First cast the beam out of thine own eye, and then thou shalt see clearly to cast the mote out of thy brother’s eye.’
2. Virtue
I take my reading today from Proverbs, Chapter Ten and Verse Nine. ‘He who walketh upright do so surely, but he that perverteth his ways shall be known.’
3. Gluttony
This morning, I take my reading from First Corinthians, Chapter Three, Verses Sixteen and Seventeen. ‘Know you not that you are the temple of God, and that the spirit of God dwelleth in you? If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy, for the temple of God is holy, and you are that temple.’
4. Temperance
Brothers and sisters, I read to you today from Proverbs, Chapter Twenty, Verse One. ‘Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging, and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.’
5. Justice
My text is the epistle of James, the Second Chapter, the Second Verse. ‘For if there come into your assembly a man with a gold ring, in goodly apparel, and there come in also a poor man in vile rags. And you shall have respect to him that weareth the fine clothing, and you say to him, “Sit you there in a good place,” and say to the poor, “You stand over there,” or “Sit down at my feet,” have you not become a judge with evil intent?’
6. Prudence
Today I am reading to you from the book of Proverbs, Chapter Thirteen, Verse Sixteen. ‘Every prudent man dealeth from knowledge, but a fool layeth open his folly.’
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“In August 2016 I received an email from Jeff Rosen, Bob Dylan’s majordomo. I had been getting occasional writing assignments from Bob through Jeff for years, and they were extremely various: speeches, press kits, prefaces, a Buick commercial. Now he explained that he and Bob had been discussing a film project, to focus on his ‘Gospel Years,’ 1979-1980. They had some great footage—not the rather stiff performances intended for an unmade TV special, but the rougher takes made for pick-ups. Bob had the thought that he’d like to interrupt the footage with sermons delivered by an actor. Would I consider writing the sermons?
I gulped, but I said yes. What did I know about sermons? Barring the occasional funeral I hadn’t been to church since age thirteen, and what I could recall of the priests of my past was not exactly inspiring. I searched sermons online but found mostly dull plodding slabs of Midwestern mainstream-Protestant reasonableness. I searched my bookshelves for anything relevant and came up with Perry Miller's 1956 anthology The American Puritans, but their elegant plain seventeenth-century Dissenter prose did not suit the music. I also found Saved: The Gospel Speeches, transcriptions of the sermons Bob had actually issued from the stage in those years, edited by Clinton Heylin and published in Raymond Foye’s palm-sized Hanuman editions. They weren’t prose at all, but spontaneous exhortations and rambling homilies, full of doom and repentance, blood and thunder. I checked with Jeff, but no, Bob did not want those as a stylistic model.
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Finally I realized what I should have known in the first place if it weren’t for my print bias: my sources had to be recorded sermons. After all, I had dozens on my iPod (RIP): Rev. J. M. Gates, Rev. D. C. Rice, Rev. A. W. Nix. These were Black, mostly Southern preachers of the 1920s and ‘30s, whose recorded sermons, often unaccompanied, handily outsold the blues issued on the same labels. I had never seriously listened to them one after the other. I remembered some of the more sensational bits, such as Rev. Gates’s ‘Death Might Be Your Santa Claus,’ or his ‘Atlanta gets her styles from New York, and New York gets her styles from Paris, and Paris gets her styles from Hell!’
But when I listened to the sermons one after another, the thing that struck me was their earnestness, their neighborliness. The secret of their success was that the preachers seemed to be addressing specific people, and that included you.”
(From Sante’s foreword to these texts.)
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For the attention of ‘brick & mortar’ bookshops,
preorder copies of Sante’s Sermons via our
distributor, Asterism Books.
Image(s)—
Lucy Sante
Tenement Press #15
978-1-917304-01-6
74pp
£12.50
ORDER DIRECT FROM TENEMENT HERE
Published 22nd November 2024
With an afterword by Greil Marcus
This beautiful book will appeal to sinners and the saved alike.
The Aquarium Drunkard Book Club / Chapter Thirty-One
What the world needs now are these conjured sermons from the always brilliant mind of Lucy Sante. In these rollicking and clarifying exhortations, she urges us to find the good and the God in everyone. We look inward, see how we have faltered, and discover our humanity. What is so refreshing is the call to love all of us: the fallen, the fools, the forgotten.
Dana Spiotta
Rev. J.M. Gates, ‘Death’s Black Train is Coming’ (1926)
1. Hypocrisy
You will find my text in the book of Matthew, Chapter Seven, Verse Five, where the apostle quotes King Jesus saying, ‘Thou hypocrite! First cast the beam out of thine own eye, and then thou shalt see clearly to cast the mote out of thy brother’s eye.’
2. Virtue
I take my reading today from Proverbs, Chapter Ten and Verse Nine. ‘He who walketh upright do so surely, but he that perverteth his ways shall be known.’
3. Gluttony
This morning, I take my reading from First Corinthians, Chapter Three, Verses Sixteen and Seventeen. ‘Know you not that you are the temple of God, and that the spirit of God dwelleth in you? If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy, for the temple of God is holy, and you are that temple.’
4. Temperance
Brothers and sisters, I read to you today from Proverbs, Chapter Twenty, Verse One. ‘Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging, and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.’
5. Justice
My text is the epistle of James, the Second Chapter, the Second Verse. ‘For if there come into your assembly a man with a gold ring, in goodly apparel, and there come in also a poor man in vile rags. And you shall have respect to him that weareth the fine clothing, and you say to him, “Sit you there in a good place,” and say to the poor, “You stand over there,” or “Sit down at my feet,” have you not become a judge with evil intent?’
6. Prudence
Today I am reading to you from the book of Proverbs, Chapter Thirteen, Verse Sixteen. ‘Every prudent man dealeth from knowledge, but a fool layeth open his folly.’
“In August 2016 I received an email from Jeff Rosen, Bob Dylan’s majordomo. I had been getting occasional writing assignments from Bob through Jeff for years, and they were extremely various: speeches, press kits, prefaces, a Buick commercial. Now he explained that he and Bob had been discussing a film project, to focus on his ‘Gospel Years,’ 1979-1980. They had some great footage—not the rather stiff performances intended for an unmade TV special, but the rougher takes made for pick-ups. Bob had the thought that he’d like to interrupt the footage with sermons delivered by an actor. Would I consider writing the sermons?
I gulped, but I said yes. What did I know about sermons? Barring the occasional funeral I hadn’t been to church since age thirteen, and what I could recall of the priests of my past was not exactly inspiring. I searched sermons online but found mostly dull plodding slabs of Midwestern mainstream-Protestant reasonableness. I searched my bookshelves for anything relevant and came up with Perry Miller's 1956 anthology The American Puritans, but their elegant plain seventeenth-century Dissenter prose did not suit the music. I also found Saved: The Gospel Speeches, transcriptions of the sermons Bob had actually issued from the stage in those years, edited by Clinton Heylin and published in Raymond Foye’s palm-sized Hanuman editions. They weren’t prose at all, but spontaneous exhortations and rambling homilies, full of doom and repentance, blood and thunder. I checked with Jeff, but no, Bob did not want those as a stylistic model.
Finally I realized what I should have known in the first place if it weren’t for my print bias: my sources had to be recorded sermons. After all, I had dozens on my iPod (RIP): Rev. J. M. Gates, Rev. D. C. Rice, Rev. A. W. Nix. These were Black, mostly Southern preachers of the 1920s and ‘30s, whose recorded sermons, often unaccompanied, handily outsold the blues issued on the same labels. I had never seriously listened to them one after the other. I remembered some of the more sensational bits, such as Rev. Gates’s ‘Death Might Be Your Santa Claus,’ or his ‘Atlanta gets her styles from New York, and New York gets her styles from Paris, and Paris gets her styles from Hell!’
But when I listened to the sermons one after another, the thing that struck me was their earnestness, their neighborliness. The secret of their success was that the preachers seemed to be addressing specific people, and that included you.”
(From Sante’s foreword to these texts.)
For the attention of ‘brick & mortar’ bookshops,
preorder copies of Sante’s Sermons via our
distributor, Asterism Books.
Image(s)—
Top—Dylan at the Olympic Stadium in Colombes, France (June 23rd, 1981).
Mid Left— Vocalion 1195. / Reverend D.C. Rice & Congregation (1928)
a. ‘Lord Keep Me With a Mind’
Mid Left— Vocalion 1195. / Reverend D.C. Rice & Congregation (1928)
a. ‘Lord Keep Me With a Mind’
b. ‘Leaving All to Follow Jesus’
Mid. Right—
The Reverend J.M. Gates, circa 1926.
Cover emblem / Gutters / & Bottom—Jet Lowe, [Emblem]
INTERIOR, VIEW FROM BEHIND PULPIT, LOOKING TOWARD
BALCONY—Martin Luther King, Jr. National Historic Site,
Ebenezer Baptist Church, 407 Auburn Avenue Northeast,
Atlanta, Fulton County, GA.
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Ebenezer Baptist Church,
From afar [Bottom],
& Curbside [Gutter]
*
Gutter—
Sante, photographed by Jem Cohen.
Edited and abridged versions of these sermons are delivered by Michael Shannon, as directed by Jennifer Lebeau, on the DVD included in the deluxe edition of Bob Dylan’s Trouble No More: The Bootleg Series Vol. 13—1979-1981 (2017); a film broadcast in the UK as an entry in the BBC’s ongoing Arena series.
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Lucy Sante’s books include Low Life (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2003), Kill All Your Darlings (Verse Chorus Press, 2007), The Other Paris (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2015), Maybe the People Would Be the Times (Verse Chorus Press, 2020), and the memoir, I Heard Her Call My Name (Heinemann, 2024).
Greil Marcus is the author of Lipstick Traces: A Secret History of the Twentieth Century (Harvard University Press, 1989). He contributed an introduction to the New York Review Books edition of Constance Rourke’s 1931 American Humor: A Study of the National Character. He was born in San Francisco and lives in Oakland.
