In much the same way that baseball has long cherished its oddball relievers (like the Red Sox's legendary Bill "Spaceman" Lee, shown at right), we're bringing our semester-long exploration of baseball literature to a close with a few strange selections from the fringes of experimental literature.
We'll start on Tuesday with a pair of somewhat interrelated works of conceptual poetry that enshrine the long-running rivalry between the Red Sox and the Yankees. First is Ted Berrigan and Harris Schiff's collaborative book Yo-Yo's with Money published in 1979 by United Artists Press. The basic idea here is simple enough: two New York School poets go to see the Sox and Yankees play late in the 1977 season. They take a handful of pills beforehand and drink a lot of beer during the game. They've also brought along a portable tape machine and record themselves doing play-by-play. Someone transcribes it and you've got a book! I've paired that with Kenneth Goldsmith's Sports, the third and final installment in his "American 'On-the-Ones'" trilogy of transcriptive books that interact with radio. The first two Traffic and The Weather transcribed long stretches of broadcasts from New York's 1010 WINS newsradio: The Weather is a year's worth of weather reports, while Traffic documents a 24-hour period. For Sports, Goldsmith transcribed an entire radio broadcast of an August 2006 game between the two teams, which was, at the time, the longest nine-inning game in baseball history (running over five hours).
I'd like you to read the Berrigan/Schiff in its entirety. As for Goldsmith, not even he wants you to read his books, which exist more as art objects than as texts for standard literary consumption, but I'd like to to read a little of it — either starting at the beginning or jumping in at a random point — to get a sense of what's going on.
As for Friday, we'll end with a few short selections: a Donald Barthelme piece that crosses the lines between baseball and the literary world that we've traced throughout books from Roth to Harbach to Kinsella, envisioning the secret baseball careers of a number of authors. Then we'll switch gears to a few selections from Charles North's series of "lineup" poems which date back to the 1970s.