“How dreary to be. . .somebody!”
There are about a dozen poem readings in this album that are so beautiful I almost cry every time I listen to them, while a captivated smile rises and falls across my face. Just like reading Dickinson, but with a deeper echo, these recitations follow feelings so precise yet hard to pin down – I’m never sure whether I should be laughing or weeping.
Anarcho-spiritual discourses and upbuilding speeches 