May 2012
48 posts
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Walking Up the Entire Three Blocks of Elm Street
Walking Up the Entire Three Blocks of Elm Street (mp3)
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Those Babies Crying (A Poem for John...
Those Babies Crying (A Poem for John Bloomberg-Rissman) (mp3)
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Woodpile Song
Woodpile Song (mp3)
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choanal
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tlingly
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Can You See Song
Can You See Song (mp3)
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solilitude
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You Song
You Song (mp3)
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Song Sung Softly in the Dark
Song Sung Softly in the Dark (mp3)
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Blues Throat Song (Preceded by Elevator Prelude)
Blues Throat Song (Preceded by Elevator Prelude) (mp3)
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constintuition
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embezelment
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λy
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wryte
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Waiting Song
Waiting Song (mp3)
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Exit and Entrance Song in Two Distinct Parts
Exit and Entrance Song in Two Distinct Parts (mp3)
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enigmagine
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beable
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Hill Walk Song
Hill Walk Song (mp3)
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logarhythm
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penuses
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psoradic
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Sounds at Temple Square's North Visitors Center
Sounds at Temple Square”s North Visitors Center (mp3)
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ïveté
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threndril
nineteen95photo asked: Can you please help explain to me the art of "pwoerms"? I'm still trying to wrap my head around them, and don't want to be ignorant to them any longer!
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mon)de
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deapth
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oint
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A Brief Song in Yellow and White
A Brief Song in Yellow and White (mp3)
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froghorn
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ymphatic
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swayve
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deifine
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frogotten
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Opening of My Play "Play" (2012)
1: Where’d you put it?
2: Put what?
1: You know what I mean.
2: I have no idea what you mean!
1: You know, it was mine.
2: What was?
1: What you hid?
2: How can I hide something I don’t know? I’ve hidden nothing.
1: So everything’s visible?
2: What?
1: So, there are no secrets, no subterfuges, no items slipped under a cushion until I accidentally find them?
2: Here?
1: Anywhere.
2: How are these questions?
1: Maybe because you can hear the rising of my voice at the end of them.
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t/ouch
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Catullus' Carmen 101
Many people and many oceans I have crossed
to arrive, my love, here at this grim burial
that I might give this last gift to you for death,
to waste a few words for these empty cinders,
since earth itself has taken from me your flesh
and you are lost wrongly from me again, and ever,
still I offer these small words to you in keeping
with the signs and stones we leave upon burials
covered...
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Translating Catullus: Carmen 101
Translating Catullus: Carmen 101 (mp3)