Evening Star (E. A. Poe)

March 25, 2009 2:28 PM

A spoken word piece I did sometime back. I used a tascam audio interface, my edirol pcr-30 keyboard, my mics, Garageband 2 and a lot of bit crunching.

'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

posted by cjorgensen (2 comments total)

posted by freya_lamb at 9:55 AM on March 28, 2009

Nice one. I'd be interested to hear another version where you seperate the frequencies of your voice and the background hum a bit more – making them less muddled. Nice reading though.
posted by monocultured at 4:04 AM on April 5, 2009

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