Just another little reading. This is of "Valentine," a love poem by Eugene Field Sr. (1850 – 1895).
Michael Jay Tucker
Thursday, June 18, 2020
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Sisters 1
Here's my latest. It's called Sisters 1. The setting is the Tramway station at Sandia Crest in New Mexico.
Friday, May 15, 2020
Donne's The Good Morrow
Here's another reading for you, this time John Donne's love poem, "The Good Morrow."
See what you think.
cheers
mjt
See what you think.
cheers
mjt
Thursday, April 30, 2020
My take on Byron's "She Walks In Beauty"
As you know, I've been playing with Audio of late. Here's my take on Lord Byron's "She Walks In Beauty."
Oh, and I've also posted this to the explosive-cargo blog.
Oh, and I've also posted this to the explosive-cargo blog.
Monday, April 27, 2020
Sonnet 29
So my newest toy is a Blue snowball microphone. I'm still getting the hang of recording my own voice, but here's me reading Shakespeare's Sonnet 29. This is on Soundcloud.
You'll hear a few pops and S's in it, but, as I say, I'm just getting the hang of this. Also, if you listen hard enough, you'll hear wind chimes in the background. I was originally going to edit them out, but they sounded so mystical that I left them in.
Anyway, here's the link:
https://soundcloud.com/michael-jay-tucker/sonnet-29
And if you're interested in the text, here's the Bard's original:
Sonnet 29: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
~
About me: I’m a writer and former journalist who has published material on everything from computers to the Jazz Age. (Among my small claims to fame is that I interviewed Steve Jobs just after that talented if complicated man got kicked out of Apple, and just before the company’s Board came begging him to come back.)
Please check out my new book, Padre: To The Island, a meditation on mortality, grief, and joy, based on the lives and deaths of two of the most amazing and unconventional people I ever met, my mother and father.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
You'll hear a few pops and S's in it, but, as I say, I'm just getting the hang of this. Also, if you listen hard enough, you'll hear wind chimes in the background. I was originally going to edit them out, but they sounded so mystical that I left them in.
Anyway, here's the link:
https://soundcloud.com/michael-jay-tucker/sonnet-29
And if you're interested in the text, here's the Bard's original:
Sonnet 29: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
~
About me: I’m a writer and former journalist who has published material on everything from computers to the Jazz Age. (Among my small claims to fame is that I interviewed Steve Jobs just after that talented if complicated man got kicked out of Apple, and just before the company’s Board came begging him to come back.)
Please check out my new book, Padre: To The Island, a meditation on mortality, grief, and joy, based on the lives and deaths of two of the most amazing and unconventional people I ever met, my mother and father.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Sunday, April 26, 2020
I'm baaack
Hi, All,
So trying to get back into posting here. I started this blog as a place to display my non-political work, and then politics got very hot and heavy (sigh), so I have been mostly posting to explosive-cargo.
But I am going to try to start again here. You might also want to keep check my tumblr blog. I started it to promote by video work and visual novel experiments, but I may be heading back there again soon.
cheers
mjt
So trying to get back into posting here. I started this blog as a place to display my non-political work, and then politics got very hot and heavy (sigh), so I have been mostly posting to explosive-cargo.
But I am going to try to start again here. You might also want to keep check my tumblr blog. I started it to promote by video work and visual novel experiments, but I may be heading back there again soon.
cheers
mjt
Saturday, January 4, 2020
Merry (belated) Christmas - 2019
So another GIF. This was our tree this year--a live Norfork Pine which will become a houseplant for us.
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