Here you go, Ivy... a repost of my old featured which I'll feature again, what the hell. You did ask, haha.
Redone Evoca track. The track down the bottom is mixed with a little ditty I was making up at the time on a nylon acoustic. Terrible quality. Yup.
Shitty guitar, I know. I stuff around now, that's pretty much it.
Photo of a cool waterfall/open cave at a beach near where I live.
Yep, I like the whole audio-visual-written palette, I guess.
My Review
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I thought I'd already reviewied this one but evidently not! This is a terrific bit of work - very organic. There's also something vaguely sci-fi about your imagery: eggs in fields, downward spirals and prismatic life. It conjurs a War of the Worlds kind of scenario, though perhaps that's just my imagination.
Eeeee, I really love this one. And your voice just adds to it. Listening to that was like being in a movie for a second. That doesn't make much sense but it's a good thing. I'm putting it in my favorites. :-)
And I don't mean to repeat what others have said before me, but your voice, reading this text, was incredible. The tone and depth of your voice only added to the already fantastic written work.
Much love,
Kasia.
Posted 18 Years Ago
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creepy voice but in a good way. i just got this whole vision of the end of a movie.
great stuff!
"there's order amongst the revival
of fallen gypsy castles, tidal-blown under
the restraints of etiquette,"
HOLY S**T! there really is nothing I can say to do this one justice... This is one of the best I've read and your language is spot on: it has flashes of antiquity and it's colloquial. It brought me "out there" in that place where I dream of poetry bringing me. THe ending literally blew me away. p.s. awesome evoca
I kind of want to make-out with your voice. I mean, uhh... err.. Damn am I too forward?
But seriously your voice adds so much to this.
Somehow pulls the listener closer to understanding the depths of everything around us. I feel it.
and soul sacrifice; emblazing inky notions
to the sidewalks, we write our own epitaphs
for others to wander/wonder over.
silly guest, offa the top o my head, secateurs are shears, like for pruning I think...
feather down are the soft wisps that come from featheres , the bottom part before the stiffness for flight begins, commonly used in pillows, featherdown blankest n such..
stanzaic is the adjective form for stanza, uh yeah? that one im guessing on, but I think....silly guest.
This poem is wonderful, an amazing interpretation on not only the world, but your world. I love the language you have chosen
The images i see are wonderful the last two lines a beautiful ending to an elegent piece