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Independence Day Edition!

Special Independence Day edition of Going Public, featuring a bit of love, respect and patriotism for and from both sides of the Atlantic.

Letters Across the Atlantic, a Patriotic Poetry Mash-up

Featuring: Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, by William Wordsworth and The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus
Read by Robin Sachs and Xe Sands

Xe writes…

Robin Sachs and I have one last trick up our sleeve, this one just a little something in celebration of our national pride and mutual respect.

Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch,

The City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning,

whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning.

silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

an her name
Mother of Exiles.

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome;

Never did sun more beautiful steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock or hill;

her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

“Keep, ancient lands, your stories pomp!” cries she
With silent lips.

The river glideth at his own sweet will:

“Give me your tired, your poor,
You huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

And all that mighty heart is lying still!


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June 22, 2012

In prep for the audiopalooza happening next week, it’s a short and sweet (and nourishing!) offering from Amy Lowell, and a bit of horror  and nourishment of a different sort from Steven Savile this week…

A Decade, by Amy Lowell
Read by Xe Sands

Xe writes…

Perhaps the shortest piece I’ve done, but you just can’t judge significance by length. Lowell packs such intent and meaning into a very simple bit of phrasing. It’s compact, but it conveys everything…and a bit more.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

…and I am left wondering at the end if morning bread, although admittedly less “sexy” than red wine and honey, isn’t perhaps the more sensual and ultimately fulfilling of the two?

And So Yearns the Sparrow, by Steven Savile
Read by Ian Stuart, Shared by David Niall Wilson

David  writes…

This short story was written by International best-seller Steven Savile, and narrated by Ian Stuart, who also did the commercial recording of Steven’s collection The Forgetting Wood. This is offered free to listeners under the creative commons license.

Licensed under a Creative Commons License 3.0.
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