I hope that I do not take anything away from the 'work-poetry' with this statement for if I do so it is not only incorrect as well as unintentional, but though I have read and heard and listened, it was as you described the theatre of friends, the hearts no longer recognizable that I understood, clearest, as best I can me being me and you being you, what these last couple of weeks have been like. Or maybe it was hearing your voice. On a side note, the sound quality was particularly good this recording, close and intimate, a warmth to the tones, a certain ambience, of close settings. As affecting or admirable as a piece of writing can be, to have commentary upon it, to hear a reading of it, gives greater depth and meaning and significance, to hear the words written spoken by the person who thought them, who wrote them, the know precisely how it came about, what triggered, what inspired, what caused such emotive expressions. As touching as it was before the commentary, it does not compare to the response evoked as one reads it now. A heart separate aches and rejoices simultaneously. I don't have the words to tell you how special this was. Might have to try again after a second listen. :-)
Sunshine, you make me want to do more recordings now. :-D
Thanks for listening. Means the world to me; not that you listen, but that you listen because you want to listen. That thrills me to no end. Just so you know. :-)
Hear your poems, read by you, written by you,gives an infinitely imposing dimension. It's as if you were there, near, and that you tell your history. It's like those storytellers who deliver their legend and that we listen in front of the fireside. You give much of yourself. And I came to take what you offer! Thank's Trée for this moment of grace, this moment when a voice came to read a poem close to my fireplace! :-)
Pierre, I wish I could have been there near that fireplace with a glass of french wine to warm the inside as the fire warmed the outside. Not many people listen to my audio recordings, so I am very impressed and flattered. Thank you for the very kind words and for making my day a little lighter. Hugs and kisses my dear friend. :-)
You should not be surprised, Trée! I listen your recordings and I look your films... I find you surprising quite simply. There is this side intimist which one readily accepts to listen you or to look you. You are in this way closer to your fans… But you were Trée there…. Do not doubt it. Your voice, your poetry…. an careful ear who listens this history, looking at fire in the fireplace! All that was missing were the french wine finally.;) Hugs and Kisses Trée !
Thank you Pierre. I'm smiling at the idea of having fans. I don't think of anyone who reads here as anything other than a friend. Thank you friend, for warming my soul with your words. :-)
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I hope that I do not take anything away from the 'work-poetry' with this statement for if I do so it is not only incorrect as well as unintentional, but though I have read and heard and listened, it was as you described the theatre of friends, the hearts no longer recognizable that I understood, clearest, as best I can me being me and you being you, what these last couple of weeks have been like. Or maybe it was hearing your voice. On a side note, the sound quality was particularly good this recording, close and intimate, a warmth to the tones, a certain ambience, of close settings.
As affecting or admirable as a piece of writing can be, to have commentary upon it, to hear a reading of it, gives greater depth and meaning and significance, to hear the words written spoken by the person who thought them, who wrote them, the know precisely how it came about, what triggered, what inspired, what caused such emotive expressions. As touching as it was before the commentary, it does not compare to the response evoked as one reads it now. A heart separate aches and rejoices simultaneously. I don't have the words to tell you how special this was. Might have to try again after a second listen. :-)
Sunshine, you make me want to do more recordings now. :-D
Thanks for listening. Means the world to me; not that you listen, but that you listen because you want to listen. That thrills me to no end. Just so you know. :-)
I am interpreting that as a promise. ;-)
And just so you know, when votes are to be counted, I have one on each. :-) Happy evening to you.
Hear your poems, read by you, written by you,gives an infinitely imposing dimension. It's as if you were there, near, and that you tell your history. It's like those storytellers who deliver their legend and that we listen in front of the fireside.
You give much of yourself. And I came to take what you offer!
Thank's Trée for this moment of grace, this moment when a voice came to read a poem close to my fireplace! :-)
Pierre, I wish I could have been there near that fireplace with a glass of french wine to warm the inside as the fire warmed the outside. Not many people listen to my audio recordings, so I am very impressed and flattered. Thank you for the very kind words and for making my day a little lighter. Hugs and kisses my dear friend. :-)
You should not be surprised, Trée!
I listen your recordings and I look your films... I find you surprising quite simply. There is this side intimist which one readily accepts to listen you or to look you. You are in this way closer to your fans…
But you were Trée there…. Do not doubt it.
Your voice, your poetry…. an careful ear who listens this history, looking at fire in the fireplace!
All that was missing were the french wine finally.;)
Hugs and Kisses Trée !
Thank you Pierre. I'm smiling at the idea of having fans. I don't think of anyone who reads here as anything other than a friend. Thank you friend, for warming my soul with your words. :-)
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