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.