Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Rest in Motion
our covers covering nothing,
the silent linens speaking volumes —
the wrinkles, the spots of lube,
the bottom sheet's top right corner
pulled loose, its elastic no match
for your fingers' coital clutch.
That the bed itself is still standing
is testament to retrofitted springs
and added slats.
But its new location, five inches from the wall
(and beyond the reach of the morning alarm),
that's evidence of vector physics
and your
two turns
on top.
Hear this poem read aloud...
Comments:
beautiful…
and is that YOUR voice??
if it is, oh my god, you have an amazing voice! are you gonna make all of them “listen”-able? cause.. just… hearing it aloud was enough different from how i read it in my head, that it was significant…
good job.. wonderful job.. *smiles*
Posted by mikki on 02/09/06 at 01:43 PM
Thank you, mikki!
Yes, that’s my voice. Yes, I’ll probably do audio for any poems I put up from now on. But no, I won’t go back and add audio to old poems (unless I decide to cheat and use that as an excuse to run old ones again… hmm).
And yes, that is actually why I’m reading them out loud—that I don’t think people read the poems in their heads the way that I intend for the poems to be read. How long do I intend for you to pause for a dash versus a comma? Do you know not to stop at the end of the line when there’s no punctuation? And so on. Besides, I write these for how they sound out loud. Someone may as well actually hear that.
Posted by Prospero on 02/09/06 at 02:51 PM
This is so beautifully intimate when read Prospero, I liked it very much when I read it myself but you’re right, the author feels the pauses, the inflection so closely having written the words. I love it!
Cheers,
Ell
Posted by ell on 03/27/06 at 11:12 PM
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