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1827469 No.1827469 [Reply] [Original]

What about a vocaroo-thread with reading small poems, guys?

>> No.1827517

Looks like this board is too slow for these games :(

>> No.1827735

Okay, I'm trying again and I'll give up if nothing happens.

>> No.1827981

c/lit/s are shy; you'll have to start them off.

>> No.1827987

where's stoferin or whatever he's called

>> No.1828132

Okay, OP, I'll try:
http://vocaroo.com/?media=v5xw4k9eHbbC9KT4C
A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm.
A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on.
Water is glass's most public form.
Man is more frightening than its skeleton.
A nowhere winter evening with wine. A black
porch resists an osier's stiff assaults.
Fixed on an elbow, the body bulks
like a glacier's debris, a moraine of sorts.
A millennium hence, they'll no doubt expose
a fossil bivalve propped behind this gauze
cloth, with the print of lips under the print of fringe,
mumbling "Good night" to a window hinge.

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http://vocaroo.com/?media=vYchrPWd0ydOC1F3B

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I'm going to do this at some point today.

>> No.1830499

I would, but my mic is awful and my A/C makes an awful droning noise that drowns out a lot of it. Sorry man. Here's what I was going to read, someone feel free to read it:

Stephen Spender

I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns,
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

What is precious is never to forget
The delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth;
Never to deny its pleasure in the simple morning light,
Nor its grave evening demand for love;
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

>> No.1830541

http://vocaroo.com/?media=vboGB5aSJDcLwamiq

I have the most posh and ridiculous accent you can imagine, but what the hell.