Voiced Poetry thread

I don't have a problem with cb sending you my recording. Or I can send it or something else directly to you. I need an email address, though.

Warning: My voice is not "hot," despite Annie's overwrought comment. :)

Is there some reason the recordings can't be posted here? The GB had a thread where people just sent in recordings of their voices - why not here?

Warning: I'm inclined to believe Annie - overwrought or not. I know how self-depricating you can be. :)
 
Is there some reason the recordings can't be posted here? The GB had a thread where people just sent in recordings of their voices - why not here?
I think that the sound files need to be hosted someplace. If they are, you could just use the tag to reference them. Not sure if...self. I am not a clear channel. Yet. I hope.
 
I'd be happy and honoured to read any of your poems. Tzara.
OK, fine. Try this one:
Scut

If I could read Demotic, I wouldn't have to trace
hawk-head bodies and writhing snakes
bitten into the gray stone
of your intentions. I could orient
by more than stars and a moistened finger
held aloft in your feathery breeze,
as if that ever tells me anything,
which it does not.

I'm no Champollion or Young
and only guess these hieroglyphics
mean just there or slower or yes please, now,
and however much I can divine

is surely more biology than reason,
just trying to keep up with a doe
scudding left and right through a pathless forest,
racing toward some place she wants to be.​
I will record my own limp, but authorially accurate reading and pass that back to you, if you'd like, so you can revel in the fact that you read me better'n I do. :)

Hey. It's just a poem, and a bad one at that.

There are a lot of more important things in life, eh?
 
Is there some reason the recordings can't be posted here? The GB had a thread where people just sent in recordings of their voices - why not here?

Warning: I'm inclined to believe Annie - overwrought or not. I know how self-depricating you can be. :)

Don't believe him Tess is just the kind of voice to enjoy voicing obscenities in your ear
 
Well, what I would want, at least initially, is how you would read it, without any input from me. I have my own conception of how I think each poem sounds, of course, but what would interest me about this exercise would be hearing how someone else would read my words without specific cues from me.

That tells me things about my execution, about how I punctuated the poem, about whether I have any effin' clue that people are reading me how I think I want them too.

And it wouldn't matter if you were way different from what I thought. I'm just curious as to what my poems sound like to other people, since their sound is important to me.

I'll go look around and suggest a couple poems. If you figure out some way to post them here, I would welcome that--otherwise, I'll PM you my email.

The odd thing is that I am recording software demos right now for my company. While I am not crazy about my voice (no one is, for the most part, just like no one usually likes their name), it's OK. It's mine, anyway, and I sound like me.

Yes, I know that is a tautology.

If anyone else wants to volunteer to read me, let me know. I would appreciate it, but certainly don't expect it.

Needless to say, if anyone would like me to try and read one or two of their poems and send them the audio file, I would be happy to do that. Just be aware that my narration is more Milton Freidman than Morgan Freeman.

As said, I'd be pleasured to read anything you'd want me to. I smoke a lot and my voice is more gravelly than it was 10 years ago, but, I simply like reading, have a lot of fun doing it and would definitely be happy to give my take on your poetry via voice. :D

Do we have a website set up for this yet? If not, I (well, Lauren) can make one specifically for us. :)

PS- sorry, hadn't read the whole thread when I answered you, Tzara - give me a couple of days to review and decide how to read. In the meantime, if everyone is in agreement, Lauren can create a piggyback site off our website and all we need do to is send Lauren (trusted moderator :p) files to upload to it. Kosher?
 
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i hope everyone has got the e-mails now
i think i got the hang of it, eventually. :rolleyes:


now all i have to do is get a mic/headset and i can do mine.

btw, everyone ok with me sending theirs to Tristesse, or do you want to send them yourselves? if you want me to forward them, Tess - you'll have to give me an e-mail addy in pm :D
 
As said, I'd be pleasured to read anything you'd want me to. I smoke a lot and my voice is more gravelly than it was 10 years ago, but, I simply like reading, have a lot of fun doing it and would definitely be happy to give my take on your poetry via voice. :D

Do we have a website set up for this yet? If not, I (well, Lauren) can make one specifically for us. :)

PS- sorry, hadn't read the whole thread when I answered you, Tzara - give me a couple of days to review and decide how to read. In the meantime, if everyone is in agreement, Lauren can create a piggyback site off our website and all we need do to is send Lauren (trusted moderator :p) files to upload to it. Kosher?

kosher, halal, or simply vegetarian i'm all for it *thumbs up a la Kranky style*
 
kosher, halal, or simply vegetarian i'm all for it *thumbs up a la Kranky style*
Well, okay, then - lol - simply send the files in an email to laurenhynde @ gmail.com, including the name of the poem, who wrote it, and who reads it.

:kiss:
 
OK, fine. Try this one:
Scut

If I could read Demotic, I wouldn't have to trace
hawk-head bodies and writhing snakes
bitten into the gray stone
of your intentions. I could orient
by more than stars and a moistened finger
held aloft in your feathery breeze,
as if that ever tells me anything,
which it does not.

I'm no Champollion or Young
and only guess these hieroglyphics
mean just there or slower or yes please, now,
and however much I can divine

is surely more biology than reason,
just trying to keep up with a doe
scudding left and right through a pathless forest,
racing toward some place she wants to be.​
I will record my own limp, but authorially accurate reading and pass that back to you, if you'd like, so you can revel in the fact that you read me better'n I do. :)

Hey. It's just a poem, and a bad one at that.

There are a lot of more important things in life, eh?
T_zed_s Scut.wav - 1.88MB

Hopin' it works.
 
i hope everyone has got the e-mails now
i think i got the hang of it, eventually. :rolleyes:


now all i have to do is get a mic/headset and i can do mine.

btw, everyone ok with me sending theirs to Tristesse, or do you want to send them yourselves? if you want me to forward them, Tess - you'll have to give me an e-mail addy in pm :D

you've got my permisssion to send
I was amazed by Charley's reading for some reason I thought you were English not American!
 
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you've got my permisssion to send
I was amazed by Charley's reading for some reason I thought you were English not American!
I have not received any sound bytes. I want! Actually, I'm interested in how Champs got her voice posted here?

I am Canadian, my dear Annie. NOT American. There is a difference and it doesn't involve a boot! lol :kiss:
 
I have not received any sound bytes. I want! Actually, I'm interested in how Champs got her voice posted here?

I am Canadian, my dear Annie. NOT American. There is a difference and it doesn't involve a boot! lol :kiss:

Eeeeeeeeek sorreeeeeeee that must be as bad as calling a Scotsman English!
 
I have not received any sound bytes. I want! Actually, I'm interested in how Champs got her voice posted here?

I am Canadian, my dear Annie. NOT American. There is a difference and it doesn't involve a boot! lol :kiss:
I used my Windows Sound Recorder to get the wav file ready... then, I went to http://www.zshare.net/index.php and uploaded the file to their site... then, I copied the Bulletin Board code from their generated field after my file got onto the server... then, I pasted it here in reply to T'zed's post...
 
and you and you and you


too soon, too soon, the eagle flew
while you were busy drawing down
the moon into those icy hands,
purchasing one-eyed wisdom
to crowd your poppied mind
until you could no longer stand
but gently tumbled tousled thoughts
to fall asleep in twilight lands,
asleep in the laps of legends.

and, as you dreamt, a river of woe
washed over you and carried you down
to those blasted banks, where the rocking stone
could be toppled by the gentlest touch;
you stroked the smooth-skinned serpent's egg
and, though asleep, you cried real tears
for emotions that somehow eluded you
and for the names of the faces
you seemed to remember
with a distant and palsied anxiety.

and you dreamt you wrote a mystic piece
where vague and shuffling demons danced;
where Odin cast aside his mask
and settled on your shoulders, round
a mammoth task:
a burden irredeemable - a lance;
a lance to bear in diamond jousts,
advancing through the teeth of fear
to seize that chance to win the soured prize.

Methusulah, with his long grey beard
whispered in your sleeping ear
of fools and wise men, sons and daughters
the Devil's love for holy water
of a single, human footprint in the sand;
of the perils of duplicity
the rigours of respectability
of such passions as can tear apart a man.

and on the sharp infliction of
such sorrows' textured wounds, you woke
with knotted hair and eyes still chasing phantoms;
and even though the darkstream coursed
still dully in your veins, you spoke
of fields of blood and lonely Death's cold tantrums;
and lifelong cravings threatening to choke ...
to strain and break the slenderest of throats.

with that distempered mind you reached
for lightless needles littering the floor;
and, as a stray dog to its vomit, warm,
to poisoned dreams did you return, once more.


So this one was an interesting one to record.


and you and you and you.mp3 - 3.34MB
 
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Indulge me just this once lol and bear in mind I was making the melody up as I went along

only a trap2.wav - 3.70MB

goodness me it doesn't do me any favours it keeps missing I'm better than that ......... honest.
How come the Fools is perfect?
 
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OK, fine. Try this one:
Scut

If I could read Demotic, I wouldn't have to trace
hawk-head bodies and writhing snakes
bitten into the gray stone
of your intentions. I could orient
by more than stars and a moistened finger
held aloft in your feathery breeze,
as if that ever tells me anything,
which it does not.

I'm no Champollion or Young
and only guess these hieroglyphics
mean just there or slower or yes please, now,
and however much I can divine

is surely more biology than reason,
just trying to keep up with a doe
scudding left and right through a pathless forest,
racing toward some place she wants to be.​
I will record my own limp, but authorially accurate reading and pass that back to you, if you'd like, so you can revel in the fact that you read me better'n I do. :)

Hey. It's just a poem, and a bad one at that.

There are a lot of more important things in life, eh?

Scut.mp3 - 1.06MB
 
Now we've all got the hang of it anyone care to give this a go?

She was big of heart,
something never beaten out of her.
Laughing at the little things,
life's absurdities, yet in a moment
breaking her heart
over someone else's sad story.
She was lovely in my eyes
but all she saw was ugliness
ingrained from long ago,
beauty shone from her soul
and many loved her.
When sadness shadowed her eyes,
she was in that haunted memory,
where tears flowed silently
and I could never follow.
Fragile wings that try to fly
I fear to crush them in my hand.
 
Oh, look. I score twice. :)

I cannot tell the two of you how much your reading of that poem means to me. For one thing, it tells me a whole lot about my line breaks and punctuation, and just the, hell, meaning of the poem.

You are both brilliant, of course.

I would say thank you thank you thank you thank you but that would be a bit slavish and I... oh. I guess I did that.

Thank you both. I think I'll make some teensy change based, in part, on your reading.

This is kinda fun, actually. :cool:

Rock on.
 
Now we've all got the hang of it anyone care to give this a go?

She was big of heart,
something never beaten out of her.
Laughing at the little things,
life's absurdities, yet in a moment
breaking her heart
over someone else's sad story.
She was lovely in my eyes
but all she saw was ugliness
ingrained from long ago,
beauty shone from her soul
and many loved her.
When sadness shadowed her eyes,
she was in that haunted memory,
where tears flowed silently
and I could never follow.
Fragile wings that try to fly
I fear to crush them in my hand.
I'll try to record this tomorrow.
 
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