April 18, 2020
To kill time during the COVID epidemic, I've been doing regular audio readings on Instagram and other places. Here is the second reading of a multi part reading of H.P. Lovecraft's FUNGI FROM YUGGOTH, which I'm breaking up into sections of two parts.
Fungi from Yuggoth is a sonnet sequence by supernatural horror writer H. P. Lovecraft that constitute a continuous first-person narrative. It concerns a person who obtains an ancient book of esoteric knowledge that allows one to travel to other planets and strange parts of the universe. The title is a term for the Mi-go, an alien race the narrator encounters, which are fungoid beings resembling crustaceans which hail from the planet Yuggoth, to which the narrator has unwittingly traveled.
Here are Parts 3 and 4. "The Key" and "Recognition".
III. The Key
Making it home and bolting the door the narrator reveals their intention to use the book to bridge dimensions in order to explain their unusual visions of sunset spires and twilight woods.
The narrator enters a vision of the world of Yuggoth and sees a Nameless Figure sitting on an altar being feasted on by inhuman creatures and is spooked by the figure's shrieking cry.
Parts 1 and 2, "The Book" and "Pursuit" were retconned from Instagram to Podbean by converting the video file to MP3. Listen to First Reading here. Listen to those first.
I. The Book
In the tangled alleys of a seaside town the narrator searches a bookshop for tomes and grimoires finds a strange book they want to buy but can't see the shopkeeper, hearing only a disembodied laugh.
The narrator flees the shop hiding the book under their coat. Despite not being seen stealing it they can't shake the laugh from the shop and the sound of approaching footsteps as the path ahead grows more and more unusual.
THE PLAGUE SERIES
January 22, 2019
From The Testament of Youth, by Vera Brittan Read by Walt O'Hara
Vera Brittain lost her fiance, brother and two closest male friends in the first world war. She wrote Testament of Youth as a cry of outrage and agony, so that the futility of their deaths would be remembered. Eighty years on, it remains one of the most powerful and widely read war memoirs of all time.
This short read is my favorite section of this book, where Vera and her fellow nurses (French) witness the arrival of fresh American troops in their sector of the battlefield. The contrast between her nervy war weariness, her cautious upswelling of hope where little was there before... it's just a fantastic couple of paragraphs, and a perfect addition here.
Initially recorded for my audio boom account, I am moving it here due to Audioboom's pay policies.
January 10, 2019
The Tale of the Boffin and the Guttersnipe
A boffin was pouring bleach into a funnel when along came a guttersnipe.
“How now, boffin,” said the guttersnipe, “I am but a poor guttersnipe and for raiment I have only rags, as you can see. If I become a boffin’s assistant I can cover these rags with a fine white coat and then I shall not be spat upon by citizens as I toil along the lanes of this shining yet merciless city. Can I pour that tinted bleach into the funnel for you? Then you would be free to go and take a nap, or to think higher thoughts.”
So begins The Tale of the Boffin and the Guttersnipe.
From: By Aerostat to Hooting Yard: A Frank Key Reader
Mood music: Lobo Loco, "Sleeping Dragons" used with Creative Commons License.
March 18, 2018
A recent viewing of the Steven Colbert show featured Dame Helen Mirren as a guest. She read a portion of Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson out loud and Colbert was visibly moved. I understood what he felt, because I was, too. This is my inferior version of the entire poem, which I am appreciating once again.
February 3, 2017
I'll admit this up front, I recorded this on an Ipad on the way home the week before the Inauguration, 2017, so it's in the future tense. Our President has been in office for about two weeks now and I just found this audio Snippet on my Google drive.
I should know better when I hear cannon fire at the work place.. I left my job on the 13th of Jan that night and heard the steady syncopation of BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM and it took me a few minutes to realize what I was listening to. The Old Guard Saluting Battery, practicing for their big moment of giving the new President a 21 gun salute. Someone has to do this.. and if they are going to do it, they are going to do it right. I've seen this many times, and they are a good outfit-- thoroughly professional. In the short gloomy dusk of a Friday evening in January, it completely mystified me for a moment. Only in Washington!
January 20, 2017
Sometimes, the Bad Seed is the one you don't immediately notice.
April 5, 2015
Attached is my entry into Laurence Simon's 100 Word Podcast challenge. The theme is "PAN".
These are harder than they look! Hope you like it.
April 30, 2014
This is an interesting Irish short story by Mr. Eoin Flynn, written in 2004 and copyright Eoin Flynn. It's hard to categorize this story. It seems wistful at first, yet has elements that are downright supernatural towards the end, even a bit of a horror story, even. Who needs a category, eh?
This is a short read to test my new pop filter (which worked) but I was recording late-ish and it's not my best read by far. My attempts to lapse into a Gaelic accent are awful, but I was game to give it a go.