From the recording THE STUTTERER READS ALOUD
In a new turn of events, I decided to read some poetry to you today.
To me, this is a masterpiece. Every word matters and oozes with purpose. There are times I can barely get through it without tearing up. Waaaaaay before Chris Rock ever dropped a mic, or the interwebz said 'COME AT ME BRO', this guy took out his quill and dropped it so hard onto a scroll that they are still talking about it 100+ years later.
I recorded this, like I almost always do, with the voice recorder app on my phone. Today was a bit different because I thought it would be interesting to read an interpretation of this piece while standing in the rain to add some texture to the background.
Lyrics
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."