Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Voice off.

I should be grown up.
I should be doing work.

Que Nenni!

I was reading poetry aloud.

I heard my voice anew.

It is a voice off.

How did my voice escape? 

It is living on borrowed time.


I blame Terry Elliott.

1 comment:

  1. That swirling gifs beats a nice rhythm and I love how you echoed it in your Soundcloud pic. I am guessing the que nenni is kind of like je refuse to the nth power? A voice on borrowed time. Yes. I am bit obsessed with the idea that poetry is a spirit machine. You put the words on the page, you publish them, and when someone else reads them aloud your spirit arises and lives again through a different voice, an embodiment, a temporary habitation, with the spirit meaning esprit.