Why do you look at me at the beginning of the recording 
as for the explanation at the end, while sounding good the fact you tell us takes away from the elegance of what for me would otherwise have been a perfect reading. despite what people say, using a line from someone elses poem is not plagiarism. an example is;
Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women by Anne Sexton
(from a song)
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy,
born with a passion for quickness
and yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockade
or taken out, the fume of the enema.
By two or three I learned not to kneel,
not to expect, to plant my fires underground
where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
could be whispered to or laid down to die.
Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,
and been altogether what I always was—
a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
I find the effort useless.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.
to simply say 'From a song' (she was on about the titel) is not accreditation, it's actually from a dubliners song sung by a guy called ronnie drew, and it's also really famous lol.
if anne sexton can get away with it, so can you
that and the fact you looked at me again at the end
great work as usual jack, thanks
as for the explanation at the end, while sounding good the fact you tell us takes away from the elegance of what for me would otherwise have been a perfect reading. despite what people say, using a line from someone elses poem is not plagiarism. an example is;
Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women by Anne Sexton
(from a song)
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy,
born with a passion for quickness
and yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockade
or taken out, the fume of the enema.
By two or three I learned not to kneel,
not to expect, to plant my fires underground
where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
could be whispered to or laid down to die.
Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,
and been altogether what I always was—
a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
I find the effort useless.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.
to simply say 'From a song' (she was on about the titel) is not accreditation, it's actually from a dubliners song sung by a guy called ronnie drew, and it's also really famous lol.
if anne sexton can get away with it, so can you
that and the fact you looked at me again at the end
great work as usual jack, thanks