BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,
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Another one for your perusal ...

ACK ... I should probably give this a rest until allergy season is over! I am fighting sinus, throat, and lung congestion, and it is seriously effecting how I'm speaking. However, I have this bunch of poems ready to go, so I'm trying to do the best I can with my gooped-up breathing passages and cough-roughened vocal chords!


                    BLED OF ALL LIFE


                    1
                    patterns of loss
                    gel into frames,
                    intricate shifting
                    of innumerable lines
                    merge, intersect,
                    transmitting a state
                    which is hollow and empty
                    and bled of all life
                    2
                    can tradition hold
                    against these tides?
                    vectors long shattered
                    still drag with a wake
                    persuasive, instinctual,
                    drawing towards acts
                    which no longer have meaning
                    or vibrate in time
                    3
                    we can not reach
                    the nexus zone,
                    the juncture where
                    relevance enfolds;
                    our grid has crumbled,
                    its reference points
                    fallen to ashes,
                    removed from day
                    4
                    broken are the bonds
                    set amid flesh,
                    we live the decay
                    and trace the decline;
                    dodging the pitfalls
                    of absence and ache
                    we cannot complete
                    the course of this race
                    5
                    shifting to dreams,
                    we tumble along
                    the calendar slide;
                    ticking off tasks
                    from pointless lists,
                    we cede perspective
                    into the blur
                    and cease to know


                             - Brendan Tripp
                                09/23/2004

                    Copyright © 2004 by Brendan Tripp
 
 




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As you can tell, this one was lacking a certain gravitas ... I can't quite get to my normal range without being raspy, but above that it gets nasal (heavy sigh) ... I did, however, have a new allergy pill recommended to me today, so maybe that will help!

At least I seem to have a decent "system" down now for getting these recordings done. I'm using that Audacity program for recording and editing, then saving it out of that as a (huge ... these have been running something like 7mb!) .wav file, which I then open in the Windows Sound Recorder and convert/save it as an .mp3 file (which ends up somewhere in the ballpark of 550-600kb), which I've then been uploading to WebLogImages which changes back to a .wav file (but the same size as the uploaded .mp3 ... go figure), which are what you see (hear) here. Like you needed to know.


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