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Slurp, Gulp and Start on Sounds
Hosted by Chris Lorensson · EN
In 2011 I finished creating my poetry anthology. Excited to publish, I ordered a hard copy to finally proofread. That copy arrived, but then my hard drive died—taking all the files with it. The book was never published, and this singular copy has been on my shelf ever since. But now, I’m sharing it with you. In this podcast, I’m reading poems from the book, and diving more deeply into some of them.
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Merging Events from your Past
Jun 15, 202200:01:48Tap to summarizeIn my recorded diary,Duplications react to preserve their integrity –these tapes won't see me through a whole year. After each season there's reason to archive; posting each note as individual lives. In winter, I archive my diary library.Files intact will display contents.Copies react, creating chemical burns. If an item merged into a note to tell you of something that happened a few months ago, That chocolate cake'd prob'ly slide around. Dip this stick in paste post-haste! and smear that stuff on-to that tape.The paste's my remedy for fame: these tapes can't ever be erased.In spring, I'll archive that shit away –sometimes I love & sometimes I hate. Reality refuses to be shut at the gate. These tapes'll record themselves on the way. Take this torch and melt all those tapes.Pop-in-cassettes make me not have to wait.But speed's an invoice for letting me rest. If an item merged into a note to tell you that you've been merging events from your past... (It took me some time to see how I'd react.) Spark that torch to touch this whole bunch! and liquify mem'ries of'archiving in love.The torch is my remedy for fame: these tapes can't ever be replaced.
Transcribe →Reaching Far's an Easy Feeling
Jun 8, 202200:04:03Tap to summarizeI'll give and take from you – you Giver and Taker. Your form will shape me up You kindly give to me these dreams I can be such a giver I can give or shape it upMysteries will shroud yourself;making it comfortable to be with You. You can be my guest. Now we've seven hours left. Now I'm so 'up-and-done'.Mysteries leave nothing left,with clouds like boulders overhead, You can be my guest, kindly shaping me right up – I would be set in your love. Your form will shape me up: How many days to Life, God? (it's funny how concerns wake us when days to Life'll overtake.)You turn your one-step-method in ten for us. Wellness becomes inherent – I can't help but be so well! I can be well-off, indeed, or I can give or shape it upLike a trickling stream, giving;making reaching far an easy feeling. You can be my guest. Ease-of-use is pretty sleazy. Can it all to wrap it up.Trickling streams are so appealing,the constant flow is just like You. You can be my guest, fill me up in bucketous fun – I will be filled with Jesus' love. Your form will shape me up: Righteousness is bothersome. (don't I know that righteousness is held in Truth and Love?)
Transcribe →Breathless Chord
Jun 1, 202200:03:04Tap to summarizeYour mysteries they swallow me whole –Surf the silence down the throat.I cut the curves and hug my board.Each muffled breath a soundless crash.It's darkness I have never known –a wet path undulating road.I hope and pray to know the halfof striking one breathless, still, a chord.Concentrate on me when you swallow–articulate your neck to help me down.I'm trying, surfing the neckto help myself.In darkness I can't find my way.But this is not the same.My life, now, is in your nameas I know I'm on your path.I'm desperate and sinking.I'm thinking and thrashingwondering when I'll reach your heart.If that's where I'm headed.
Transcribe →Wrestle Me You Finite Spark
May 25, 202200:02:58Tap to summarizeThere's several ways to catch me up:Up to Golden Altars RunGrowth won't come by catching up – the cultivation overcomes. A life in time won't grow at all, it's time and life that passes by.Growth won't come by catching up.It's a big event in history; to push like waves an accident;that cultivates a rushing wave of foolish stuff.There's several ways to keep in touch:Loving arms do lift me upWrestle me down into the dark - wrestle me you finite spark. Incidental wrestling calls for consequential things that come.Wrestle me down into the dark.I've got arms to fight the dark; these hands attached to other arms;they've got sparks that cause alarm!
Transcribe →I'll Have Forgotten all my Power
May 18, 202200:03:47Tap to summarizeI'm splaying myself out: These sinewed bones'll have to wait for comfort zones & feelings'f home. I'm spreading myself thin and shoving my neck out in hopes of heading towards-within. This opening of doors will encourage movement towards my heart. I'm horizontal on the outside deck – body soaking up foul weather, lying, awaiting pain from deconstruction-by-meditation.I'm splaying myself out: Like an electrician, over a year, disarms a bomb. He prepares his specimen atop a workbench – Unable to reason where he went wrong. Unable to "pray-tell why we..." Unable to re-engage due to underestimation. If it takes a year to encourage movement towards my heart. I plan to re-display. I plan to re-engage.I'm splaying myself out: In the interest of learning what it's all about. In order to know where these tendons belong – Particles move, swapping places, one with another. Fatty tissue and muscles are a walk in the park. A simple nap with limbs strewn about, simplification – a simple overexemplification of Minimalism. A simple memory of life in the womb: Before this hour's passed I'll have forgotten all my power.
Transcribe →Fight Fat + Fake Fit
May 11, 202200:03:17Tap to summarizeQ. How is it that chocolate cakes can pat you on the back? after cutting them up into bite-size pieces?A. Then know they're killing you, now from the inside!!! (Write to your congressman) Our hamburger heads will take over the world. We are fat? And we like it?We are fat and we like it. We're like it !We can be flighty and think only of ourselves.When our hips swing one way One day I'll rule the world !!and swinging toward the other I'm the center of the universe . This chocolate cake can slide around and take its own control: it inflates my hip; tragically skewing performance toward the baking aisle. slipping under my feet – it sends me sliding vicariously through life.[R.P.]...Audience, say it with me !! ...[All]...W e h a v e a w a y t o f i g h t b a c k ! ![R.P.]...That's right ! We have a way to fight back ![All]...(cheering)[R.P.]...With the Ronco Personal Dehydrator™ you too can... (Ron hold finger in air)[All]...Fight Fat & Fake Fit ! !
Transcribe →Causing Tears and Recompense
May 4, 202200:02:58Tap to summarizeHave I ever let us down before?(the gate slammed open 'gainst our paint'd yellow fence)-you know if it had ever been, I'd up and you'd have left.Consequence will catch us up in tears and recompense.Isn't this the third movement? Haven't you been too stern?(this time I'd stricken down what hope and grace had left.)Consequence will catch us up in tears and recompense. Time in Monaco. Driving through the leaves and moonbeams flooded through these trees- what can we expect from such an arbitrary night? Leaflets hoarded the space we had tonight- '...they wandered into mists of grass.' In places reaching closer to your home than comfort lends, These leaflets were surrounding causing tears and recompense.
Transcribe →Making Rich Men Richer
Apr 27, 202200:03:01Tap to summarizeWe'll make riches flow from our pants- "Come, now, Doctor... let's make them an offerof wealthiest homes and numbers and figures.-strap them down w'th our leathers and fingers!"Watch as the stiches explode from our hats!(This old ruler was never an edgeto count on, or invest the least bit of lint.He'd never walk on your side 'o the bridge.'never indulge in communal events.)Gaze at the picture of britches in rags!(No, we've no need of your filigree'd tables;or desklamps, or barstools from barbaric fables.All we want is our guitars and cables-with amps and voltage to bother our neighbors.)The Doctor replied with a raised lower lip-"they really won't need any of this."And He stormed, no, strolled rather- out of the topof the gold-plated castle with diamond-clad cops.
Transcribe →The Bridges We've Crossed and our Transformation
Apr 20, 202200:04:12Tap to summarizeOn spikes that tether ropes aroundsilent space with bridges bound for nearer placesDown the ropes, into The Sound;they transformed us into this space... those spatial cogs and wheels turning. Entirety drops us down: David and KellyLanding each as we drop down: visiting neighborhoods One-per-minuteWe say "Hi" and visit a lot. We eat and drink with neighbors.Roping us 'round spikes bind usand tell stories from The Past, tell us of Neighborhoods and Davids and KellysWhile we all drop down to future visits we i n s t i g a t e friends to think of us; to think of "Dave 'n Kel" with love. Drenched in space with ropes as walls, roping 'round.We've seen sopping deserts and woodsy hurricanes at One-per-minuteDavid sings and Kelly sings songs into The Sound.(slash - bring us back to The Past where we've already been before. What did He say?)We're The Space the cogs & wheels turn - in faces looking presidential,The Space of David and KellyJam sessions knock us around. The bridges we've crossed have transformed us.We've found what we're looking for – T-R-A-N, S-F-O-R, M-A-T-I-O-NThese jam sessions teach us about 1) the bridges we've crossed and 2) our transformation.
Transcribe →Keys, Book and Microphone
Apr 13, 202200:04:00Tap to summarizewaayoa microphone for vocal tonea microphone an ice cream conea motorhome to call my ownmy mispelled mystery to keephist'ry – broken home colognelet's fuck it up in just one daya list of my friends names and numbersyou can't just leave it lying around ! ? the way you keep is unlike any other object, little black book, black bible. the fibres become accustomed to supporting those corners: the stack of love in ink and paper. they learn to love and forsake the starch, the novelty of newness, in giving way to sharp reams... they know them all by number waayoI've seen awards you get for just being theresometimes notaward to call my ownmy kakhi-stack, my beige-ness of heartmy reason to hope, unnecessary sparka column-list of names, one more in numbersa set of keyswhat do you do with them? obviously – what do they unlock? each and every one. the PO box key you never returned, a lock for the blue bike you rode to school. they will sit neatly in a keyhole, and hang voluntarily. you can unlock the back door without hitting the outside of the lock – just right in the hole every time. practise makes perfect. waayotell them apart by each steel clinknope, those are hersching ching, there...my passport to the worldthe thing i love mostthe keys the keysa microphone
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