damp blankets
sieze the form your pillow growls its nape or notes replenished in a sticky robe your outer bark the tongue repels ,what folds it back a churning laundered air a list of chambers revolved in doors a flood's approach :its stumble wind ,or plas tik fork broken in yr final pages shaped what nothing swirls yr sand its outer nose deployed and runny like your sleep
Image & Text: John M. Bennett
Sounds: {AN} Eel
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Neal Retke
2/13/2019 10:32:26
Note :This recording was intended to be a relatively straight forward interpretation of the text, but my tech glitched out & I just went for it, ergo - Random cut up
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Leslie Singer
2/15/2019 02:26:57
Thanks so much for posting this. It invoked the sounds of a poignant sea shanty. Lovely.
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Neal Retke
2/19/2019 14:46:37
Ahoy ~ & Thanks Leslie ~!
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Rafael González
2/15/2019 13:28:35
I loved it. You two are great. I'm going to take my recorder. Everything about blankets and pillows interests me a lot.
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Neal Retke
2/19/2019 14:47:15
Kind Thanks, Rafael ~ Please post your recording !
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