Cowboy’s First Little Vlog
Bit of poetry. Excuse the out-of-syncness.
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What a heartbreaking moment…
I realize I’ve ordered nothing.
I could eat the edge of your voice with a spoon.
Or slice it with a knife.
Or with static.
I don’t know. This was worth the bated breath.
You have a voice for a microphone.
Also, what a strong moment.
I can see it in sepia, and color it vivid with silence.
Oooh, no one’s said you’re cute-lookin’ yet!
You’re a delicious little disheroo, Eric.
But we needs to get you a proper microphone (or just a microphone away from the noise source — laptop?) so that I can fully enjoy your deep timbre.
Kristan: The original piece is a lot more directed toward a feeling of unknowing. Workshop has turned it into a piece about morality. I’m not so sure that’s where my intent was, but oh well.
Hannah: Pour it into a glass and drink it. Neat.
Seb: I’m not just another smartass. I’m decent to look at, too.
It was luck that I had to get a new laptop that came with a webcam. If it weren’t for that, you wouldn’t even have video.
Well, that was highly awkward to watch in bed.
I liked the out-of-synch-i-ness. It fit. Nice.
beautiful.
This is a reworked version of the poem you read me ages ago, yeah? Maybe I’m a Shonkwiler purist but I think I liked the original tone better… but then, we all know how I feel about morality. Don’t we? Do I?
I had to say something other than damn, I miss your voice.
I spent some time away from the blogosphere, and I nearly missed this.
Glad I caught it. I think I know this feeling. It’s a bleakness that agitates all of the wiring. Does that make sense? Is there a word for that? I guess not. I suppose that’s why a poem works.
I have to admit I don’t like when workshop warps my things away from me… but for what it’s worth, the part that resonated for me was the narrator’s emotional response to his surroundings, not the morality piece.