The Pansori Singer

If you don't know what the voice of a Pansori singer sounds like, i recommend you search it on Youtube. It has an overwhelming effect on me whenever i hear it. i become frozen, my skin horripilates & i just want to weep. The force with which they sing is far more intense & emotional [...]

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Thinking out loud in no particular order when two Haenyo come sit near me on the beach

Continuing to think out loud. For anyone not familiar with Haenyo it is the name of the native women divers of Jeju island, who forage for sea creatures. Look them up. They fascinate. ∞ 2 women divers, sharing the burden of what seems to be a lump of stone in a net                                        pass me, [...]

Of Rhyme & Reason iii: the coda (vino in veritas revised)— the end as the beginning as the end of the…

need some feedback on this so i’ll be pushing it like a boot peddler over the weekend, bring me your thoughts.

Daniel Paul Marshall

Of Rhyme & Reason: the coda (vino in veritas revised)— the end as the beginning as the end of the…

vino in veritas (revised)

i stopped tallying birthdays around the 17th Century
—if my mind serves me faithfully my well of ink ran dry
& only coin enough spare for my grape fused booze
my choice was simple: force of habit see. a fear of death.— i chose vino.
a lot of people think the longer you live the easier it must be to die
but there’s a tipping point once tipped beyond you can’t return
: eventually you’ve been alive so long you cannot comprehend not being alive
& so you slog through the centuries, in my case, inebriate & lonely
semi-divine if only because you chose to see out the universe
which even gods opt out of living through— i’ll tell you that for tuppence.
at first when…

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Of Rhyme & Reason iii: the coda (vino in veritas revised)— the end as the beginning as the end of the…

Of Rhyme & Reason: the coda (vino in veritas revised)— the end as the beginning as the end of the… vino in veritas (revised) i stopped tallying birthdays around the 17th Century —if my mind serves me faithfully my well of ink ran dry & only coin enough spare for my grape fused booze my [...]