When I Hear Your Voice… (Always Here)
Missed Connections from Boston
I found a tape in my back garden
A blue cassette covered in dirt
And through the dust the reels start turning
And plays the memories stored in earth
As I hear your voice,
it set my heart on fire
Her Two Cents
Earlier today, I discovered this piece of music from William Basinski and I’ve had it on infinite loop ever since. The title, Garden of Brokeness, conjures many different associations depending on your approach and that’s exactly how I feel about this message from our Boston poet. Are the words sad and full of broken dreams or is it hopefully reminiscent of bygone days? What you take away depends on what you’ve put in, don’t you think?
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