Sun AM (11/17/19)
I WANT TO RECORD ALL OF THE SOUNDS THAT COMFORT ME AND THEN PLAY THEM ALL AT ONCE IN A WAY THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IF I DID THIS YOUR VOICE WOULD CARRY THROUGH EVERY ROOM IN YOUR HOUSE, EVEN IF THE WALLS WERE THICK I THINK YOUR LAUGHTER WOULD BE THE MOST PREVALENT SOUND, FOLLOWED BY RUSTLING LEAVES IN AUTUMN I WANT TO CARRY A SMALL PLASTIC BABY IN MY POCKET BECAUSE ONE TIME ROSIE WAS SEEING THIS GUY AND UPON SEEING HER COLLECTION OF SMALL PLASTIC BABIES, HE PULLED ONE OUT OF HIS POCKET AND THATS WHEN SHE KNEW HE WAS IT I DO NOT NEED A PLASTIC BABY IN MY POCKET TO KNOW YOU’RE “IT” FUCK. ————————————– bail racine called us from Newark, DE. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
My mother wants the dead to go away, tired of how they pop up among the list of the living, in whatever the last profile picture they selected not knowing it was the last. Perhaps next to last because they’d been thinking about giving up social media, eventually, or perhaps not everything, perhaps just the games of colorful chains and timers, hoping for a boost from friends. There’d be one more picture before that, right? One more after they’d lost the weight, one more after they got those partials, one more after the tan lines faded, but certainly not the last, forever floating on a yellow raft in someone’s backyard pool. ————————————– Jennifer Schomburg Kanke called us from Tallahassee, FL. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
Be Honest Stop fidgeting, breathe slow Get water, smell fridge for chemical smell. Drink water with chemical taste, Dump water, pour another cup Drink water, it's alright Avoid chemical fridge food, think about money Drink water, stare at hot screens Get high, look at poems Pay Attention Stop fidgeting, breathe slow Go to drink from empty cup, think about chemical water Drink from the sink Sit in the sun naked, masturbate Think about food Think about work Think about the food at work in it's perpetual staleness as i offer it to people Pour chemical water in the empty cup Pour chemical water in a yellow bucket, When I'm open people love it so they show up and expect something but I'm working don't force yourself on me Be Honest why are you here? i'm trying to fund me and mine's life and all the trips to overpriced Center City food marts. it's clear you don't want to pay for me you don't want anything but nastiness Pay Attention this is the last you get my throat is wet my thirst is gone though Chemical Water on my breath suck my chest, this is the last you get (i'm only half here as always) Be Honest Stop fidgeting, breathe slow people never see themselves out your attitude is fine but your comfort costs mine i like to be alone in the morning ————————————– Corey Qureshi called us from Philadelphia, PA. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
"Once the world was perfect, and we were happy in that world. Then we took it for granted." — Joy Harjo Laid down once to study the ant’s colony, the tiny world so easily crushed beneath my foot was brimming with perfect community and the trail carrying a leaf so big we couldn’t believe it, we were in awe, and I even—I’d say, a kind of happy to discover that life came in this size, at this scale, that maybe there was so much more to the world than our rusty swing set, and then you covered the hole with your finger, we did, I mean, because I didn’t stop you, we took in one second, an entire empire and it didn’t cross our mind again, for dinner was plated with meat we took for granted ————————————– Caits Meissner called us from New York, NY. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
I want to feel that curly coarseness, touch The nape with care and dry the dew from hair Belonging where my chest is facing up. A shower’s steam decreases, granted time and air. We breathe the marijuana leaf abed With heavy lids and tones of blue from news Disseminating murders, dreadful dregs. We fill the alcohol and drink a few. A lullaby can loll us better, babe. You know it, too, so play a music tune. The scattered clouds and parted drapes, the scape Of stars recall to mind the children’s room. We strive so they relax asleep at night. You think the stars relate to sacrifice? ————————————– Christopher James Harley called us from Philadelphia, PA. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
When the lights dim above the dinner table, a flickering warmth, and the white butterfly claps its wings against my streaked window pane, willful heft of air — what news do you bring? Have you tapered into luster, lute of open sky? Was the crossing safe? Midwifed? Tranquil? A pinprick snatch of time? I am standing at the ivory gate, seduced by this trackless night, its cryptic grief-scraped dream. Everything lives on, a world around my treble mouth, collapsing on its tears. You lived in peace and will go in peace. That was what you said. But what of us pilgrims, pinned to all this lovely peril, span of tangled lives? I want to praise your boundlessness, its migratory gold. Believe when the body is broken, death is a starlit strut that lifts the spirit home. Is that where you are, sending postcards on such fragile wings, even the bluebird that hopped across my path, each sudden sway of light? Every one signed, love is the only news. ————————————– Naila Francis called us from Philadelphia, PA. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
Amaryllis was fast on track to become an established journalist when her mentor was kidnapped and killed by a terrorist group. She decided she had to give up the transparency of journalism if she wanted to truly help curb terror, and instead joined the shadow world of the CIA. But the shadow world had its own cost. Snap presents, "The Lamb, the Lion, and the Fox." A big thanks to Amaryllis Fox. Check out her book, "Life Undercover." Produced by Nikka Singh, original score by Leon Morimoto Season 10, Episode 31
De avond valt. Saskia Roggeveen is in de wildernis in Alaska. Ze gaat alvast terug naar de oude treinwagon met stapelbedden om het kampvuur aan te steken.
I invest in flashbulbs like one would in the stock market. Unlike money the returns I hope for are rather tranquil. Each bulb that lights up the non-expanse of my room, illuminates its own designated space often notifying me of details too harsh. These 25-watt-filament-inventions make corners beam like centres; turn a night of rest into chandelier dinners. I purge conversation out of myself, What I don't utter I swallow, (parentheses serve no purpose) I birth the disquiet. ————————————– Samreen Chhabra called us from Chandigarh, India. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: patreon.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/call facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast
Cette semaine, Livo commémore les 30 ans de la chute du Mur de Berlin en mangeant des Würste trempées dans ses souvenirs d'échange linguistique. Gerlinda, Ouest-Allemande exilée à Lyon, nous raconte ce qu'on a perdu avec la RDA, notamment en terme de droits des femmes. Pendant ce temps, Macron essaie d'assouplir la dictature chinoise en présentant Guillaume Canet à Xi Jimping. Chaque mercredi, Livo découpe l'info avec son micro. Abonnez-vous au podcast "Dépêche" sur notre site, Apple Podcasts, SoundCloud ou Deezer. Enregistrements : 2-4-5 novembre 19 - Mix : Charlie Marcelet - Texte, voix, réalisation : Olivier Minot
Par une belle après-midi d’hiver Cindy, Joan et Kévin partent en randonnée. Kévin ne reviendra pas. Son corps sera retrouvé quelques semaines plus tard, calciné. Qui de Cindy ou de Kévin a commis ce crime, et pour quelle(s) raison(s) ? « Je crois que tout le monde peut tuer quelqu’un un jour », disait aux jurés une témoin appelée à la barre. Si les faits divers nous fascinent, c’est qu’en effet nous avons tous l’intime conviction qu’un jour, selon notre histoire et les circonstances, nos vies pourraient basculer dans le drame. Chroniqueuse judiciaire, je suis depuis plusieurs années les procès d’assises à travers la France. Et dans ce grand théâtre où la justice se penche sur des vies brisées par des crimes atroces, je traque notre part d’humanité. Qui est cette femme qui arrive ivre à sa déposition ? Le père de la victime et la mère de l’accusé parviendront-ils à se parler ? Peut-on toucher son client derrière une vitre ? » Elise Costa Le podcast des faits divers, des crimes et des procès. A partir d’une anecdote, d’un moment, d’un détail, la chroniqueuse judiciaire Elise Costa jure de raconter «sans haine et sans crainte» l’inhumain en chacun et l’humain en nous tous. En partenariat avec Slate. Enregistrement : septembre 19 - Texte et voix : Élise Costa - Musique originale et réalisation : Arnaud Forest - Illustration : Simon Leclerc
Like this program? Please show us the love. Click here ow.ly/oSpU30hHCXp and support our non-profit journalism. Thanks! Today's show examines the feminist movement through the lens of period activism. We will look at aspects of women’s health and social justice that are often overlooked - From period stigma to the unfair tax on feminine hygiene products and the fight to regulate and disclose ingredients in tampons and maxi pads.
“I didn’t really realize that it was a thing that was happening to me. I don’t really know how to describe that feeling, but it was just so hard to understand.” Producer: Whit Missildine Editor: Nigel Coutinho, Whit Missildine Content/Trigger Warnings: violent assault, explicit language You can now find new and archival episodes of This Is Actually Happening completely ad-free, on Stitcher Premium. For a free month of Stitcher Premium, go to stitcherpremium.com/wondery and use promo code WONDERY. thisisactuallyhappening.com Instagram: @actuallyhappening Intro Music: "Illabye" - Tipper Music Bed: “Cylinder Four/Cylinder Five” – Chris Zabriskie Outro Music: "The Moon is Down" - El Diablo & Adam Schraft (Rojo y Negro) @eldiablosf @rojo-y-negro www.eldiablobass.com/ This Is Actually Happening online store now officially open. Follow this link https://www.teepublic.com/stores/this-is-actually-happening-store?ref_id=9467 to access branded t-shirts, posters, stickers and more from the shop.
A new podcast from Everything Sounds' George Drake, Jr. Coming December 2, 2019 In 2008, a family in Dayton, Ohio was remodeling an original bathroom of their 1927 house. During the process, they unearthed a letter and two envelopes in near perfect condition dating back over 90 years. The letter, from a man simply named "Will" is vague, secretive, and mysterious. The envelopes paint an even more confusing picture. Fifth and Ludlow tells the story of 1920s Dayton through the lens of the letter, and aims to expose the answers to the countless questions it raises.
A full cast audio dramatization of Mikhail Bulgakov’s classic novel. Satan and his retinue, including an obnoxious cigar smoking black cat and a beautiful naked vampire, visit Moscow in the 1920s, taking with them chaos and insanity where ever they go. Adapted by Heidi Stillman. A Lookingglass Theatre Company co-production. Recorded before a live audience at the Guest Quarters Suite Hotel, Chicago in May 1994. Directed by David Catlin and Heidi Stillman Producing Director Susan Albert Loewenberg Thomas Cox as Koroviev/Caiaphas Lawrence DiStasi as Matthew/Varenukha/Ryukhin Christine Dunford as Hella/Arthanius Laura Eason as Yeshua/Rimsky/Natasha Joy Gregory as Margarita Doug Hara as Behemoth David Kersnar as Berlioz/Stepan/Bangalsky/Poplavsky/Nikolai Ivanovich/Baron Migel Mariann Mayberry as Ivan/Little Child/Frieda David Catlin as Pontius Pilate/Dr. Stravinsky Joey Slotnick as Azazello/Muribellum Philip R. Smith as Master Andrew White as Woland
The armies of Great Yuan sweep across the east, destroying and conquering all who would stand against them. Goryeo Korea eventually sees the writing on the wall and cuts a deal with the Great Khan. Khubilai will then turn his sights out over the waters of the Pacific, to the Land of the Rising Sun... and send its monarch a friend request. Time Period Covered: ca. 1257-1275 CE Major Historical Figures: Yuan Dynasty: Khubilai, Great Khan of Mongolia, Emperor of Yuan Princess Hutulun Jielimishi Zhao Liangbi, Yuan Emissary to Japan Goryeo Korea: Choi Ui, Warlord of Korea [d. 1257] King Wonjong [r. 1260-1274] Im Yon, Warlord [d. ca. 1271] Pan Pu, Yuan Emissary to Japan Kamakura Japan: Hojo Tokimune, Regent of the Shogun (Shikken, de facto ruler of Japan) Shoni Sukeyoshi, Magistrate of Chikuzen City
Original feature cut of the DarkTome Season 2 - Episode 9 - scene we used as an example for the Podtales 2019 workshop.
From Fred Greenhalgh's Workshop on Mic Technique from Podtales 2019. Here we spin a binaural microphone around in circles and chant ominous Latin stuff for creative effect. Thanks KC Wayland for the crazy idea on this one!!!