Poetry Forum - Oinks and Squeals

I actually didn't mind Louise Gluck's reading -- she looks like she doesn't like talking to people though Smile

(04-04-2017, 07:27 AM)Leanne Wrote: [ -> ]I actually didn't mind Louise Gluck's reading -- she looks like she doesn't like talking to people though

I hadn't thought of that. Maybe it's more built up contempt and less a problem with delivery.

I got the feeling, from her introduction, that she's had run-ins with audience members who can't handle homophones.

(04-04-2017, 07:31 AM)Leanne Wrote: [ -> ]I got the feeling, from her introduction, that she's had run-ins with audience members who can't handle homophones.

I understand. She is though a US citizen and the Supreme Court settled the homophone issue already. The audience simply needs to adjust to reality.

Nay

Neigh

Walt Disney had the same problem.

Heigh-ho

High ho

(04-04-2017, 07:41 AM)Leanne Wrote: [ -> ]Walt Disney had the same problem.

Heigh-ho

High ho

I always thought the high ho thing was code for drugs and prostitution.

Thanks for confirming.

Found this recording from Keith:

http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-10446.html

(05-19-2017, 12:26 AM)Lizzie Wrote: [ -> ]Found this recording from Keith:

http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-10446.html

Ha ha I forgot about that one in fact I forgot about kiwi6, all the kids are using sound cloud these days. This one is so bad northerner does Cockney Tongue

This one contains a link in Crow's last comment that lets you download a track of him singing the poem.

http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-17435.html

This one had over 60 plays on soundcloud, moral of the story? if you want to get air play, put Jesus in the title Smile

all my others have about 3 plays between them

https://soundcloud.com/razzerleaf/oh-jes...e-promised

(05-19-2017, 08:06 AM)Lizzie Wrote: [ -> ]This one contains a link in Crow's last comment that lets you download a track of him singing the poem.

http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-17435.html

Hi Lizzie
When I follow the link back to the poem I cant see the link to the song ? Is it me? I am slow with techy stuff

Thank you, Jesus.

For some disturbing reason, I keep thinking of Winnie the Pooh.

(05-25-2017, 05:09 AM)Leanne Wrote: [ -> ]

Thank you, Jesus.

For some disturbing reason, I keep thinking of Winnie the Pooh.

Lol maybe its piglets unraveling thread? or I sound like Eeyore Big Grin

"Somebody must have taken it," said Eeyore. "How Like Them," he added, after a long silence.

(05-25-2017, 05:08 AM)Keith Wrote: [ -> ]
(05-19-2017, 08:06 AM)Lizzie Wrote: [ -> ]This one contains a link in Crow's last comment that lets you download a track of him singing the poem.

http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-17435.html

Hi Lizzie
When I follow the link back to the poem I cant see the link to the song ? Is it me? I am slow with techy stuff

Scroll to the very end of the thread. Crow posted a reply to Quixilated that contains the link.

Wjames singing a poem of his: http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-18954.html

Chucked a couple of older poems up on Soundcloud just because I had a rare moment of silence in the house.

just heard fey and refracted. excellent pieces, will listen to some of the others again later.

Todd

Guilty Gifts

https://soundcloud.com/razzerleaf/guilty-gifts

The wooden boards flexed like sleeping ribs
as a large wave spewed over a little café
soaking her favourite Sunday morning spot
to sip hot Mocha, close her eyes
and face the sun, inhale the sea-salt air
the way her mother had always done.

She wanted to feel small again,
still brave enough
to shout her name into the head wind,
to breath herself alive in the rising swell.

The pier was deserted as she stepped over
the danger sign that danced on its rusty chain.
Through the murk of stirred up sand
her raincoat demanded attention,
a slash of red bleeding across the grey.

Far off in the deep its mass was moving,
a vast sea cat timing its run for the neck,
each thudded step counted in the waves
as she ran towards the spray,
a surfer would have known what was coming.
The ocean smashed through the decking,
a sledge hammer on piano keys,
its mouth tight around her legs and chest
as it carried her deafeningly into muffled silence.

On a warm Sunday her usual spot was taken,
a man watching his son fishing on the rocks.
” I've got one” the boy shouted,
guiding his catch into a bucket.
He didn't notice the red shape shifting in the sand
surfacing only to fold across the rocks,
a small offering as the guilty tide
bowed with outstretched arms
and stepped away.

Bored and stuck in, in Ireland with the snow so thought I would do some recordings.

Morning Mice

https://soundcloud.com/razzerleaf/morning-mice

A warmth that helps you to unfurl
spreads us soft amongst our bedding.
Breath has caught the swaying stalks
to whisper dreams from distant fields.
A trace reveals a hungered look,
babbled under fresh melt brooks
that stroke your eyes to saucers.

A stretched out smile sets sail
on furled up crinkled leaves,
urgent through the rapids
as eddies tremble in the reeds.
Deep inside the riverbank
we twist entwined by tails,
and dance before the harvest
has time to lift our veils.