Each week, I’ll choose a poem and read it aloud. Like this.
(Don’t you love the way the soundvial fills up with the sanguinary words? I fiddled with the HTML to get the bloodiest hue I could find: B40404. Where I see blood, Martha Stewart sees Ladybugs. I guess Martha wouldn’t want to sell blood as part of her LivingTM craft collection. And yet what is blood if not Living (TM) paint, wine, words?)
I’ll also provide a link to the poem, or the text itself.
At the end of the week I’ll make another recording of myself, but this time reciting the poem by heart. I’m interested to see how the inflections of the piece might change when delivered by heart rather than off the page. What will a week of chewing on the poem as I go about my daily rounds reveal?
If anything of interest emerges, I’ll tell you about it on here.
