10.31.14 (ish)

End of October.


No way.

Lalalalalalala – I can’t hear you!


Fine. It’s the end of October/beginning of November and my resistance to it doesn’t make it any less so. So welcome to November! Let us ring it in together – or nurse ourselves over our collective disbelief – either way, as the case may be. And we’ve got some awesome stuff on tap this week…spoken word from A is 4 Advocate, new PJ Carter, a musical poetry Prufrock mash-up…


When I Heard at the Close of the Day, by Walt Whitman

Read by Xe Sands


Xe writes…

So…you were perhaps expecting the next installment of “Bright Horizons?” *sigh* Well, some things don’t go according to plan.

Been a weird time around Casa Sands. This time of year is always difficult and strange…but this year in particular, I, as so many of those nearest and dearest seem to be…unmoored somehow. The things that have fed us in the past have lost much of their flavor. Guilty pleasures barely satisfy. And as it befits the season, perhaps it’s time to take stock.

No – I mean really. Really take stock, without a glass of wine in one hand and phone in the other, distracted, paying minimal attention to this stock-taking we’re supposedly engaging in.

So this poem…damn it sort of slipped in and asked me to notice it…and when I metaphorically looked up and realized that Whitman was essentially throwing down the gauntlet here, was basically saying, “Really? That bit of applause there and the doughnut in your hand – that’s what’s really doing it for your soul? Huh. Well, call me when you remember what matters…”

…well, I recognized he was right.

Image credit: Govind.salinger via Wikimedia Commons



Fuqq Next Lifetime, at Albany, NY, by A is 4 Advocate


Poetry Filing System, by Phillip Laurence Carter

It is a poem about a filing system apparently.




Prufrock Revisited – “Let Us Go, then, You and I…,” by Bryant O’Hara

This is the first segment of a new reading of “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot.

I’m learning new tools and new techniques to create a new reading of the poem in its entirety.

Hope you enjoy

This photo, “Place Pigalle” is copyright (c) 2012 John Henderson and made available under an Attribution 2.0 Generic license



Tom Jones Book XI Ch 1, by Henry Fielding

Mark writes…

Book 11 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.

As the start of yet another book of Tom Jones, Henry Fielding takes another chapter away from the story in order to discuss his personal feelings on his craft. This time around he chooses to focus entirely on critics. He compares them to slanderers, citing Shakespeare and Horace in his support.

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