Read Me Something You Love
RMSYL 57: I Dwell In Possibilty by Emily Dickinson (read by Laura...
Although this is specifically a poem that speaks about poetry and the powers of poetry, it also speaks to me about the powers of the imagination. And thats something I prize in life enormously. What books bring to me is Continue reading
RMSYL 56: Aubade by Philip Larkin (recited by William Sieghart)
Death is something that has come to bite me quite a lot. As so often happens, people turn to poetry in times of grief and need, and therefore my connection to poetry has often been dealing with both loneliness and Continue reading
RMSYL 53: The Garden Party (read by Emily Midorikawa) vs. Mrs Dalloway...
Because our friendship has been so important to our progress as writers (as well as human beings), we wanted to find out about friendships between other female authors we loved. We all know quite a lot about male writer friends: Continue reading
RMSYL 52: Power Lunching by E.Melvin Pinsel (read by Brian Lobel)
The problem the whole book presents is that its trying to give you a strategy for getting what you want: out of people, out of things, out of a seat, an outfit, a drink. I hope, personally, my own agenda Continue reading
RMSYL 51: The Plain Sense of Things by Wallace Stevens (read by Josh...
Try and imagine what this great pond, quite unglamorous and muddy, this dirty-watered pond looks like when you dont impose yourself, your whole history, or the history of a culture on it; when you just let yourself see it. Josh Continue reading
RMSYL 50: Tooth by Michael Burkard (read by Ryan Van Winkle)
What the hell the tooth is doing there, I dont know, but I love it. Ryan Van Winkle DISCUSSED:Unfolding Poems; Illogical Teeth; The Lost Son; Coming Open To Closed Poems; She is Fucking/Human (Divergent Synapses Firing); The Misery That Continue...
RMSYL 49: The Wonderful Focus of You by Joanne Kyger (read by Marcus...
The poetry Im interested in most of the time is open-ended: inviting the reader to participate in the process of questioning, meaning, and everything really. Marcus Slease DISCUSSED:Writing Personally To Get Out Of The Straitjacket Of Self; Big...
RMSYL 48: Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut (read by David Shields)
Were all bozos on this bus. Were all lost, were all confused, were all presenting a civilized veneer. But in our own hearts, were all kind of madmen in various ways. David Shields DISCUSSED: Building A Bridge Across Continue reading
RMSYL 44: Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak (read by Colin...
Theres all this action going on, this rumpusing, but the bit that sticks in the head, well for me at least, is the him-and-his-Mum aspect of it. And the food still being hot. DISCUSSED: Text-based Monsters versus iPad Monsters; Playing Continue reading
RMSYL 43: What the Living Do by Marie Howe (recited by Kim Rosen)
Ive felt like Ive needed to learn poetry this year. By heart. You might have had this feeling too? You may have thought, or perhaps even said these words aloud to someone sitting across the way from you on the Continue reading
RMSYL 41: What The Doctor Said by Raymond Carver (read by Nicholas Pole)
Nick Pole is good for your soul. Well, hes good for my soul. Nick and I ran a Mindfulness Based Practitioners group together for a while, once upon a time. I remember our third or fourth session where Nick offered Continue reading
RMSYL 40: Gemma Seltzer reads Tom-Rock Through the Eels by Amy Hempel
Gemma Seltzer is cool. I am probably not the first person to arrive at this estimation of her, and I shall no doubt be one of a very orderly queue lining up to say so now and in the future. Continue reading
RMSYL 39: Le Pont Mirabeau by Guillaume Apollinaire (read by Anouche...
The machine, the industry that is culture works predominantly with and in the now. The official ethos is a warm, mindfully glowing Be Here Now. But what that really translates into is BUY THIS NOW!. Fair enough. Literature is a Continue reading
RMSYL 38: Mount Appetite by Bill Gaston (read by DW Wilson)
It seems kind of fitting that I first heard DW Wilsons prize-winning short story The Dead Roads about this time last September, midway through a ten-mile hikethrough the Chilterns. Even more fitting would have been to listen or read it Continue...
RMSYL 37: Queen Victoria by Leonard Cohen (read by H.J. Hampson)
I so enjoyed Heather Hampson reading from the International Treasure that is Leonard Cohen that I thought it might be worth commiting to memory some of his favourite songs for my By Heart quest. You would think, having listened to Continue reading
RMSYL 36: A Hunger Artist by Franz Kafka (read by Kevin Porter)
The covenant of RMSYL has always been that of Mo going to the Mountain. Mo to the Mou, if you like. If you get in touch, and invite me round for a cuppa, as long as you dont live in Continue reading
RMSYL 35: Meditation XVII by John Donne (read by Rogan Wolf)
I sometimes wonder what it must have been like during The Depression trundling around with the Lomaxes, father and son, through Memphis and the deep South, making field recordings out of their car window of those bards of the barrelhouse Continue...
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein (read by Alom Shaha)
My parents were probably not hip enough to read me Shel Silversteins The Giving Tree. You cant really get more hip, as a writer of childrens books (and A Boy Named Sue), than have Johnny Cash introduce you thus: Sometimes Continue reading
Bones of the Inner Ear by Kiana Davenport (Read by Jared McGinnis)
I love this photo of Jarred McGinnis reading Kiana Davenports incredible Bones of the Inner Ear. Firstly because it captures something of JM-himself (dude + lovely bloke). But also because it makes me feel like Chazz Kujan Palminteri at the...
Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas (read by Kit Spahr)
You might notice one or two differences about episode #32 of Read Me Something You Love. For starters, its the first one Ive done via Skype, and it went so well, Im planning to do a whole bunch more like Continue reading
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More informationRead Me Something You Love is an online project. But it is also, hopefully, an offline experience.
There is perhaps nothing as moving and transcendent as having someone read to you something that they truly and utterly love. The atavistic thrill of this activity may (as many atavistic thrills) stem from childhood where a parent, grandparent, or favourite aunt or uncle read to us something that they probably adored when they were young.