A bit of revisiting, some poetic introspection, and of course, Tom Jones.
Read by Diane Havens
This poem found its way to me this morning, reminding me never to put off living in order to make one.
Stomach Full of Bricks , by Braydon Beaulieu – USE HEADPHONES FOR FULL EFFECT
Read by Xe Sands
“A plague o’both your houses!”
…well, at least that’s what it’s felt like around Casa Sands this week. The Teen brought the plague home from school like an Anti-Valentine, and all in the house partook. So for me, it’s a re-run this week. But what to choose, what to choose?
Well that’s easy…popped right into my head – Braydon Beaulieu’s “Stomach Full of Bricks,” from the excellent Little(flash)Fiction collection that I recorded (mostly) last year. This piece presented quite a challenge because I couldn’t quite figure it out, couldn’t get “at it,” so to speak…until I let it’s disconcertion wash over and through me, until I let it speak for itself…and what came of it was six hours of experimentation and digital splicing, and the resulting recording presented here. Definitely use headphones for this one…and if it doesn’t sound like much at the outset, give it a sec…I promise it will be worth it.
Tom Jones, Book VII, Chapter 11, by Henry Fielding
Read by Mark Turetsky
Book 7 Chapter 11 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.
A small regiment of soldiers joins the inn scene from the previous chapter. The soldiers at first have a disagreement over the splitting of their bill, as some soldiers who had shown up earlier had taken drinks but not paid for them, and now the ones left are stuck with the bill. Tom, always the gallant, offers to cover the entire tab, and gets a rousing cheer. He decides to go volunteer for the regiment, citing his support for their cause.
Their cause, in this case, is what’s referred to as “The Forty-Five,” placing this chapter specifically in the year of 1745. At the time, Charles Edward Stuart, of the exiled Stuart Dynasty (his grandfather was James II), made yet another failed bid to take England back for the Stuarts and for Catholicism.
Tom, as a gentleman volunteer, gets invited into the officers’ tent to dine.
The painting pictured with this chapter is Hogarth’s The March of the Guards to Finchley, which is extremely apt for this chapter: the guards pictured are from the same uprising, marching to London to protect it, which is precisely what the soldiers in this chapter are doing.