Spilled Ink

Draft Project Pt. 7

Sean Nagamatsu

snagamat:

Errata for Draft Project, Pt. 7: The Spoken Version

I touch my eyes. How do I know all of this if I do not see? I’m not sure I am really touching my eyes. Maybe my mind is just telling my arm it’s moving, bending at the elbow. Maybe my fingers just feel like they’re touching my eyes. Maybe my eyes just feel like they are being touched.

Here’s the full, written version.

(PS - I know the above quote is kind of the most surface of explorations in the whole “what is real” department. Maybe something to think about later when I re-draft these drafts.)

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Third Word

Sean Nagamatsu

snagamat:

One Word a “Day” - Third Word (Spoken)

I haven’t done one of these for awhile. I think I ran out of original writing to read. I did Sylvia Plath, Chekhov, and Amiri Baraka. I’ve been writing more, though. Maybe I’ll do a Draft Project reading at some point. For today, here’s a reading of all the “third word” pathways for my One Word a Day (Even though it’s hardly every day anymore) project. 

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Fourth Word

Sean Nagamatsu

snagamat:

One Word a “Day” - Fourth Word (Spoken)

I’m still not sure which one of these I’m going to use. For now, here they are for your listening pleasure. Or something. It’s kind of long.

Here are the fourth word pathways, by the way. I got some reaction on these, which is nice. Thanks for reading and liking and reblogging! I also got some nice feedback from whatwasiexpecting, which was very much appreciated. Thanks again, everyone!

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thelucidskyline:

Random spoken word piece of the day, “Clarity”.

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Greet Death

Tim Gagnon

timgagnonwashere:

Recorded a quick one this week at the radio station I work at. Some radio noises might be going on in the background, so apologies to the crazy audiophiles listening. As always, thoughts/questions/critiques are appreciated. 

Greet Death

First, she broke her body open. The skin was arguably the hardest part, but it finally began to loosen and unfurl by the power of her own will. The exposed muscles immediately started revolting against her like they always have. The pectorals covered themselves and demanded to give their skin back. The hamstrings, being the diplomats of the body, tried to will every muscle into an unhinged attempt at escaping. After a few months, the muscles tired themselves out and parted their curtains to the holy organs. Each one glistened with patience and understanding like a midnight revelation, but all throbbed so regretfully when it was their turn to leave. The liver kept offering mix drinks made out of gin and tears. The intestines coiled like serpents, taught to never trust another person outside the skin again. The lungs couldn’t stop shaking, never looking the same after the house fire. But removing the heart was the most painful because it was surprisingly the quietest of all. No crickets and cicadas singing national anthems. No propaganda about former lovers. No family. No memories. No past. No future. 

And, with all her parts sprawled so lonesomely for all to see, she was, decidedly, born.

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gtpopplewell:

Travelers Beware by Brandon Gene Petit

Full Text: http://bgpetit.wordpress.com/poems/general/travelers-beware/

I read the first part of Brandon’s piece earlier and asked him if I could do a spoken word for it. He let me and provided the whole text. I hope this is acceptable… I’ve recorded it in the 10minutes of free time I had just a while ago. There were some audio problems and apologies if I couldn’t re-record a better version. Thanks again to Brandon for letting me do this. :-)

p.s. apologies for reading and audio errors :-) all done with haste and basic equipment.

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Will I Do a Double Back Flip?

Captain J. Moses

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“Will I Do a Double Back Flip?” by Captain J. Moses

This simple answer is no, but it is not without precedent.

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Importantly, I can do a double back flip.

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I can do them off a house or on flat land.

I can do them out of chairs. 

I can do them from perfect stillness, lying flat on my back or

held with weights to the bottom of a deep swimming pool.

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“Obviously I can do double back flips,” mocks my mind in the 

high pitched voice of a human weasel. 

imagine my body’s majesty in serendipitous flippantry,

a marvel of physics, pouring itself over twice 

in a flurry of limbs, carbon contorted by force,

powered by carbohydrates.

I can do that.

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In fact, I was once seduced by the double back flip.

I rained double back flips until it flooded,

I flipped in doubles so frequently

my body flipped in it’s sleep like

some sort of distorted stillness illness

like some sort of gravity-less leg syndrome,

I poisoned myself on double back flips.

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Someone once asked, “ever consider becoming a ninja?”

to which I admitted, “I had.”

However, one can’t be a cowboy and a ninja at once.

Thus, I have to stick to my roots.

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I’m so bored of double back flips, now, I could die 

if I write one more sentence. So I won’t.

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gtpopplewell:

I wrote this piece for a personal blog. It’s called Letters, and was inspired by Nani (pavorst). Hope you all like it :)

-GT <3

p.s. if there’s audio problem, a good in-ear pair of earphones will help :)

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Something that Starts with the Letter E (A Love Ballad)

Captain J. Moses

impotentohmsmgt:

“Something that Starts with the Letter E (A Love Ballad)” by Captain J. Moses

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salsabeela:

Long Distance

Why you look unhappy? 
There’s a better way to spend the evening
Add your star to my sky
Let it sparkle and that way you’re closer than ever

There’s a better way to spend the morning
Pour your coffee or tea
Let me pour mine and sniff the fresh fragrance  
As the heat from the cup transfered to my hand
I’d feel you; warmer than ever 

There’s a better way to spend the day
I know you have me on your iPhone
Put it in your left pocket, near your heart
So whenever you missed me
Probably when you wake up
Or when you have lunch, alone
Or before you close the night 
(you can) Remember me; 
And the way we feel so strongly 

So you can stop

Questioning life 

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The interesting part about this post is, this is the first time I edit sound. So the hassle was pretty much there. I inspired with the hashtag spokenwordsaturday, and I’m feeling kinda sick so I thought I’m gonna have some fun, read my poetry on iPhone, turned out it was m4a so I download an m4a to mp3 converter, convert the poetry, then I thought I need a background sound, I download my friend’s Dewa instrumental record on his SoundCloud, and I’m trying to put it all together. I finally download audacity. Trying to figure it out for an hour before I can finally cut the unneccessary part of the clip. Export to Wav. Tumblr didn’t want Wav. So I’m back to Audacity. He wants me to download lame_enc.dll first before exporting to Mp3. And I downloaded that thing. And here we are. Such a long journey.  

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