Let's Hear It For The Poets

Thanks Ange, I'm still not happy with the sound......hate my voice anyway. :mad:

I've always thought you've a lovely voice. I hate my voice. Terry once said he hated his voice. I think we just get tired of hearing our own blah blah blah all the time. But really you sound great: I especially like that dollop of irony in the last line. ;)
 
Since I was trying out audio recordings........

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0SxjStWDV4a

Nothing but Nonsense

May I offer a bit of a critique? You read each line with the same pacing and inflection, until you get to the final line where you finally vary it. Now, that may have been a conscious decision, intended to underscore that ironic impact of that final line. But I found that repetitive phrasing to be a bit harsh, and it detracted from the interest of all the imagery in the words. You might want to consider varying your reading of the earlier lines more, and dwelling on the imagery -- unless it was your intention to be dismissive of the imagery because it is nonsense, in which case you are probably on the right track.
 
May I offer a bit of a critique? You read each line with the same pacing and inflection, until you get to the final line where you finally vary it. Now, that may have been a conscious decision, intended to underscore that ironic impact of that final line. But I found that repetitive phrasing to be a bit harsh, and it detracted from the interest of all the imagery in the words. You might want to consider varying your reading of the earlier lines more, and dwelling on the imagery -- unless it was your intention to be dismissive of the imagery because it is nonsense, in which case you are probably on the right track.

Could you read it as you'd like to hear it? I'm interested to hear others' interpretations. It is supposed to be purely an exercise in sound and words but if you saw imagery it's all good.
 
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Could you read it as you'd like to hear it? I'm interested to hear others' interpretations. It is supposed to be purely an exercise in sound and words but if you saw imagery it's all good.

I just read it aloud in both Southern style and straight voiced, it's a tongue twister in places :eek:, I'd have to edit to get a clean read.

ETA: by the by, WavePad is a good, free, easy to use sound editor for anyone working from a laptop or desktop computer. They have an iPad app as well but I've not used it yet so I can't speak to it's ease of use.
 
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Do I need to make it public? Please let me know whether Trix' instruction works for you.
 
I just made it public, to eliminate any further difficulties.

D'oh! LOL, all you needed was the code. As not everyone wants their pieces public, it's probably best to check with the author first. Unless I have permission first I make it private and send the link to the author to reject, approve for Lit (private) or general public.

Vocoroo works a differently, there's no profile so files there are automatically private, until the link is shared. With Soundcloud you can reset the private link so that if it gets shared beyond where you intended you can block the other links.
 
D'oh! LOL, all you needed was the code. As not everyone wants their pieces public, it's probably best to check with the author first. Unless I have permission first I make it private and send the link to the author to reject, approve for Lit (private) or general public.

Vocoroo works a differently, there's no profile so files there are automatically private, until the link is shared. With Soundcloud you can reset the private link so that if it gets shared beyond where you intended you can block the other links.
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yep, when I use vocaroo it worked fine, too bad hearing (your own) voice back is so shocking at first, lot of work getting pauses and inflections right, at least for me
 
GP, let me know when you have listened to your satisfaction, then I'll make it private again or delete it.

BTW, I made the recording on my android phone and transferred it to my laptop. I was pleased with the sound quality.
 
I thought I'd throw another interpretation of GP's poem into the mix. (GP I hope that is ok. I'll delete if and when you want. :eek:) I think we all hear things differently. I feel like there is no one right way to do it and I dig the variety of interpretations. To me, that makes poetry exciting. :)

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1iu9eVZ6Bs1
 
I'm posting here rather than in tzara's challenge because it's another on my own, in this case already posted in Erotic Poetry

Blindfold

Tighten the blindfold
securely love,
let no light leak,
as I set out
to commit
your bodyscape
to memory.

My hands
move slowly
over your neck
and shoulders
stairstepping
down your spine
crossing that
sensuous threshold
twixt back and
kneading more.
You sigh
and turn over
then giggle
as my hands
capture your feet
tickling lightly.
Tracking slowly upward
ankle, knee, thigh
skirting round
your perimeter
to finger your navel
before cupping
each breast
flattening
the pliant flesh
till nipple indentations
are forever impressed
in the centre
of my palm.

My nose catalogues
the rich herbal
aroma of your hair
the soft scent
of jasmine daubed
on your neck,
the faint musk
under your arms
then lower,
pausing to savour
the rich fragrance
of your desire.

My tongue
must follow
first tentatively
lapping
your outer petals
then probing deeper
seeking the
sweet salty essence
of your core.

My ears register
your soft whimper
as my mouth
moves upwards
pausing briefly to
excavate your navel
before teasing
your hard nipples
then locking firmly
on your mouth,
My guttural groan
mingles with
your soft whisper
and the wet squish
or our union.

Fleeting
sensory impressions
etched
in my memory.
Yet only
an outline of
of our love.

http://http://vocaroo.com/i/s1PJ7uXEvgWY
 
I'm posting here rather than in tzara's challenge because it's another on my own, in this case already posted in Erotic Poetry

Blindfold

Tighten the blindfold
securely love,
let no light leak,
as I set out
to commit
your bodyscape
to memory.

My hands
move slowly
over your neck
and shoulders
stairstepping
down your spine
crossing that
sensuous threshold
twixt back and
kneading more.
You sigh
and turn over
then giggle
as my hands
capture your feet
tickling lightly.
Tracking slowly upward
ankle, knee, thigh
skirting round
your perimeter
to finger your navel
before cupping
each breast
flattening
the pliant flesh
till nipple indentations
are forever impressed
in the centre
of my palm.

My nose catalogues
the rich herbal
aroma of your hair
the soft scent
of jasmine daubed
on your neck,
the faint musk
under your arms
then lower,
pausing to savour
the rich fragrance
of your desire.

My tongue
must follow
first tentatively
lapping
your outer petals
then probing deeper
seeking the
sweet salty essence
of your core.

My ears register
your soft whimper
as my mouth
moves upwards
pausing briefly to
excavate your navel
before teasing
your hard nipples
then locking firmly
on your mouth,
My guttural groan
mingles with
your soft whisper
and the wet squish
or our union.

Fleeting
sensory impressions
etched
in my memory.
Yet only
an outline of
of our love.

http://http://vocaroo.com/i/s1PJ7uXEvgWY

this should work http://vocaroo.com/i/s1PJ7uXEvgWY
 
Originally Posted by greenmountaineer

Why is life so lousy, God?

You have rheumatoid arthritis, Bob.
Life's full of pain and suffering, God.

You have rheumatoid arthritis, Bob.
And why is there war, thieving, and shame?

You don't know why? You're kidding me, right?
Prayer to you is just wasting my time.

Smart men and women say the same.
You're just a figment inside my mind.

Smart men and women say the same.
There's so much suffering, turmoil, and pain.

Goddam it, Bob! Take aspirin!

read by Harry, I'm so sorry
 
Originally Posted by greenmountaineer

Why is life so lousy, God?

You have rheumatoid arthritis, Bob.
Life's full of pain and suffering, God.

You have rheumatoid arthritis, Bob.
And why is there war, thieving, and shame?

You don't know why? You're kidding me, right?
Prayer to you is just wasting my time.

Smart men and women say the same.
You're just a figment inside my mind.

Smart men and women say the same.
There's so much suffering, turmoil, and pain.

Goddam it, Bob! Take aspirin!

read by Harry, I'm so sorry


Hehehe... I love it. And, you sound like some of my relatives, so that made it even more fun. :D
 
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