Saturday, November 03, 2007

Elizabeth's Poem - Day 4

I use to have more time. Time to hook up with other folks creating work that happens in the moment. I long to get back to those times but that requires more income than what I'm generating at the moment.

This was recorded in 2006 as I followed the Poets on the Gold Line. Elizabeth is reading a poem about her mother. But time and real life conspire against a shared moment.

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1 comment:

  1. Beautiful and tragic. Tragic that we never heard the full poem. Beautiful because we were given something spontaneous, creative and, well... beautiful.