Steve Reads

Spilt milk and horses.

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Someone's Story is a project where I read some kind of found written work. These pieces are often out of context in time and place. I want to keep the memories they tried to capture, alive.

A short aside about peacocks and sunburn.

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Someone's Story is a project where I read some kind of found written work. These pieces are often out of context in time and place. I want to keep the memories they tried to capture, alive.

What does it mean if everyone in your family is irritating?

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Someone's Story is a project where I read some kind of found written work. These pieces are often out of context in time and place. I want to keep the memories they tried to capture, alive.

Enter a question about the saxophone, and Shannon.

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Someone's Story is a project where I read some kind of found written work. These pieces are often out of context in time and place. I want to keep the memories they tried to capture, alive.

Boy bands and astronauts. 

And Slimfast.

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Someone's Story is a project where I read some kind of found written  work. These pieces are often out of context in time and place. I want to  keep the memories they tried to capture, alive.

The web of who knows what about whom and how gets stickier.

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Someone's Story is a project where I read some kind of found written work. These pieces are often out of context in time and place. I want to keep the memories they tried to capture, alive.

O.k, o.k... help me out here.

Did anyone else hear that and go 'Kittens?'

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Someone's Story is a project where I read some kind of found written work. These pieces are often out of context in time and place. I want to keep the memories they tried to capture, alive.

Now we start to get an age idea for our note writer and her peers!

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Someone's Story is a project where I read some kind of found written work. These pieces are often out of context in time and place. I want to keep the memories they tried to capture, alive.

What happens when you find a stack of hidden notes in a forgotten Mensa-approved board game at your local thrift store? You read the pages, in time with your listeners, one page at a time. No reading ahead! No reordering of pages! Just straight through reading, as we wonder where the words will take us.

Welcome to Notes!

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Someone's Story is a project where I read some kind of found written work. These pieces are often out of context in time and place. I want to keep the memories they tried to capture, alive.

Welcome to the first in what I hope to be an ongoing series of found text readings.

The first time I realized the fear of being forgotten was in high school. What sparked it? The poem Ozymandias (Percy Shelley's version). I was so taken aback by the thought of being meaningless, by the realization that I would be forgotten, that the pang of sadness from that day has been with me for over 30 years.

And why did I decide to get an English degree, if words were so cruel?

Why, indeed...

Percy Shelley's Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."

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Attribution:

The transition music is taken from the work Funky Vibes, by Kabbalistic Village.

kabbalisticvillage.com/

I am thankful he shared music I could use for my transitions.