Well then. *clears throat* *shifts eyes sheepishly* Is it, er, Saturday? Heh. No…surely it’s still Friday somewhere?
Well, it will be worth the wait, I hope. First, a bit of something different from Amy Lowell and storyteller, Old Eugenie…then on with Baudelaire, and some excellent original pieces, topping off with a new chapter book presentation, and the continuing saga of Tom Jones.
The Crossroads, by Amy Lowell
Read by Xe Sands
…sit back, close your eyes, picture the crossroads, and let Old Eugenie tell you a story…
An ash stake.
There will be neither peace nor walking from this place…at least, not while the ash stake holds fast.
Image credit: moominsean
CC BY-NC-ND 2.0
An old favorite poem to celebrate a new kitten.
how dare SHE be?!, by A is 4 Advocate
Read by A is 4 Advocate
A is 4 Advocate writes…
And while this is in part a long winded justification
of why I walk with such sophistication
and the confidence of a cougar who’s just fuqqin with her pray
it’s important for me to say
I’m talking about y’all as as much as I am myself
We’re cut from the same cloth
So if galaxies are weaved into my plaits
It’s in y’all weaves and flats
and ties and slacks
and has been begun to unravel waiting for your memory to ring the doorbell
original poem of mine with music
Remembering the Dead, by Jordan Reyne
Chapter one from Remembering the Dead, read by the author (Jordan Reyne).
Set in a forest where the undead walk at night, Lethe, a gravedigger in the employ of history, is sent to unearth the tales of the dead. In doing so she unearths a ghost of her own, intent on toppling her already tenuous grip on her own story.
Remembering the dead is a collection of folklore and fact, gathered from the folk of Karamea and the direct decendents of New Zealand’s first pioneers to the area.
Orders, historical images and more via www.jordanreyne.com/rtd.html
Tom Jones Book IX Ch 1, by Henry Fielding
Read by Mark Turetsky
Book 9 Chapter 1 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.
Book 8 is over, and it’s time to start Book 9, which means another discursive chapter. This chapter details what Fielding thinks a writer of histories (please remember that’s what he’s calling this book, rather than a novel or a romance) needs. Chief among those things are experience of the real world, without which an author would be presenting the truth as he imagines it to be from what he’s read or what he imagines.