May 10, 2013

Total buffet over at Going Public this week!

From a letter to Scott from Zelda Fitzgerald 1919by Diane Havens

Read by Diane Havens

Diane writes…

Zelda Fitzgerald was a complex, introspective woman, and I can understand how she would fascinate a writer like F. Scott Fitzgerald. These lines from one of her many letters are beautiful musings on death and philosophy.

 

 

Words and If We Move Towards Eternity, by Peter Davey

Read by Sonia Vilim

Sonia writes…

“Words” and “If We Move Towards Eternity” by Peter Davey from his collection of “Poems from Long Ago” drawing us into his inner space of contemplation…recorded with permission of the author.

W o r d s

We fasten words to things that fill our world
then cease to see them –
goat, stone, snow
cow, bean – we barely notice
how eternity has brought to bear
upon each molecule its energy of purpose
forming patinas of bone, of grizzled skin,
of horn, of hair; we seldom sense
the transience of ancient weathered things
nor apprehend
the folding forms of birth and growth and death
until the word no longer fits

If We Move Towards Eternity

If we move towards eternity
eternity is not
here – the blaze of finches’ wings,
of thistledown

If we move towards eternity,
eternity is not within
each stone, each drifting seed
nor turn of tide and time, the seasons
turning ever on themselves

If we move towards eternity
eternity does not endow
the planet’s poise, the slow majestic round
of sun and moon

If we move towards eternity
eternity is not within
each moment we are here
and now

alone

Image: “Trapped Leaf” by Peter Davey

 

The Walrus & the Carpenter, by Lewis Carroll

Read by Xe Sands

Xe  writes…

…for Diana…

So a while back, in a fit of (now forgotten) pique, I ran a li’l contest on Twitter re: favorite poems.  You might recall that author Kevin Hearne was one of the winners, and that The Transcendental Churro poem was born and recorded.

But the fab Diana/@Saschakeet also won, and it has taken me a verrry long time to record one of her requests. Because…because they all contained rhyming! The horror! But dear Diana deserved her recording so…here we go!

Be gentle, dear listeners…you know the trepidation with which i approach all things rhyming…

 

The Story of the Bad Little Boy, by Mark Twain

Read by Mike Vendetti

Mike  writes…

Contrary to what Sunday school books would have you believe, bad boys don’t always come to grief, according to Mark Twain.

Tom Jones – Book 4, Chapter 10, by Henry Fielding

Read by Mark Turetsky

Mark  writes…

Book 4 Chapter 10 of Tom Jones.

This is part of an ongoing project in which I will record and post one chapter per week of Henry Fielding’s Tom Jones over the course of four years.

So, word finally comes back to Sophia that Moll Seagrim is pregnant, and Squire Western is certain that Tom is the father. I like the hungry parson in this chapter, as he seems overly concerned with roast beef, which is a fine pastime. Also, Western’s language in front of the Parson is simply ridiculous! Within a few sentences, he uses “‘zooks” (which, is a contraction of the archaism “gadzooks” ie “God’s hooks,” ie the nails used in the Crucifiction), “damn,” and “bitch” within the span of a few sentences. I was surprised that “zooks” was not censored in the text, as it was a pretty big deal to use that term, along with “znails” and “zounds” (which certainly gets censored in other places, among them Tristram Shandy). Anyway, the tone I use to censor words is 440 Hz, or A above middle C.

There’s one more thing I want to touch on in this chapter, and it’s the final sentence, which provides a key for understanding Squire Western. He may be the most boisterous person in the book, but he’s not completely hollow. When Sophia won’t play harpsichord for him at night, he’s so afraid of being lonely that he invites a local farmer to drink with him, so that he won’t be alone with himself. It’s kinda sad.

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