Monthly Archives: September 2011

second thoughts

I realize that the voice cloud is very cool thing. I totally love hearing the voice of others, but, realistically my own voice needs to be seen or read. Except when i’m on the phone or in your face. It’s just that the voice that i hear in my head, is not the voice that comes out of my mouth. So i really do need to leave the poem reading and recording to others. As for using Mr. Stinky, i want to do that in Monday’s post. I want to gather sound clouds here. Clouds of voices reading poetry. And Maureen Doallas has agreed to post and link a poem, and maybe she will be reading “Pages of White.” So, anyone interested in recording your voice at soundcloud and doing a post, i would be honored to have you link your post here, on Monday. A gathering of voices reading poetry…i can see it in my mind. And it looks like a bouquet of summer’s wild flowers, in a mason jar of fresh water, gracing my table.

☁ soundcloud : it’s easy and they allow free recording time to become acquainted with the service.

poem reading and linky test post

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I would like to do a post once every couple of weeks where friends can record their reading of a poem, post it, and then link it here.

I have been having a little fuss with the soundcloud recordings on my posts when i use mister linkey. So i am trying it again. The sound recording widget window moves over to the right, but the sensitive area that should align with the image of the play button is unseen and over to the left of said image of the play button.

But when i deleted the whole post along with the mister linky and the widget window for the sound recording, all of the other sound recording widget windows on the other posts went back to normal.

Anyway here are the written words…

Pages of White

the venerable dogwood
stood alone
in a sea of grass
hauntingly dark limbs
outstretched
into night
beginning to give way
to the whisper of day
remembering
the promise of spring
and the blossoms held
pressed
between pages of white
each one a poem
the words rise
with the wind
flowering words
a most shimmering feast
in the warmth of day

okay, i tried again. mr. linky is still messing up the soundcloud widget placement.

hearing voices

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As you can see, i have always liked looking at pictures. The love of reading came later in life, and of writing came even later. Another thing i have always liked, is to be read to. I like hearing people’s voices as they read. And lately i have been hearing voices. Real voices.

The first voice was of my friend Maureen Doallas. She started using a web site that allows her to record as she reads her poems aloud and then post the recording. It was great to hear her voice, after getting to know her by the written word. Then Glynn Young wrote this totally cool poem, recorded and posted it. Again, i loved hearing the voice of a friend that i only knew through the written word. I tried the same web site at the same time that Glynn tried it.

I have to say that my voice does not sound like a poet’s voice. It’s hard to really know what your own voice sounds like unless it is recorded. Kind of like how we don’t really know what we look like, until we see a photograph of ourself. It is a telling process. And the recording of my voice was a hard process, because my voice has never been…well, pretty or sexy. It often sounds like i am about five years old, and it doesn’t carry. I don’t sound refined or intellegent. But, i jumped in and did it before i could think about it too much.

It wasn’t too bad, because my friends here always write encouraging comments. You all are so careful to accentuate the positive in cases like this. And your kindness and acceptance is truly appreciated. So hearing my own voice is not so bad as all that. And i get to have fun along with all the other lovely voices.