Talk Too Much

Talk Too Much

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Talk Too Much episodes

  • A Toast to the Alchemists by Laura Gilpin
    Alchemists,
    you were right, it is
    possible.
    We have the proof now.
    There are equations.
    If you could come back
    for a day, if you could
    conjure yourself into
    this chemistry classroom,
    if you could read the
    textbook or watch the
    professor writing the
    answers on the board
    Alchemists,
    you would see that you
    were right, even though
    you didn't know about
    alpha and beta radiation,
    even though you didn't
    understand isotopes,
    you knew it was possible,
    that some elements can
    change into other elements,
    that transmutation can
    occur.
    Alchemists,
    there is proof now that
    it is possible, although
    each new element, having
    a brief half-life, would
    keep changing into other
    things.
    Alchemists,
    you were right, you can
    make anything, anything,
    uranium, plutonium, tellurium, mercury, copper,
    cobalt, platinum, silver,
    and gold, you can make
    gold, an isotope so
    radioactive it would
    sparkle before your eyes.
    Alchemists,
    you were right.
    It is magic.
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    2 min
  • Instructions on Not Giving Up by Ada Limón
    More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
    of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s
    almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
    their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
    sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees
    that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
    and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave
    the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
    the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
    growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
    to the strange idea of continuous living despite
    the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
    I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
    unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.
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    1 min
  • Tell Them I'm Struggling by David Meltzer

    Tell them I'm struggling to sing with angels

    who hint at it in black words printed on old paper gold-edged by time

    Tell them I wrestle the mirror every morning

    Tell them I sit here invisible in space

    nose running, coffee cold & bitter

    Tell them I tell them everything

    & everything is never enough

    Tell them I'm another cross-wired babbling being

    songs coming out all ends to meet & flash above the disc above my brain

    Tell them I'm a dreamer, newborn shaman

    sitting cross-legged in trance-stupor

    turning into the magic feather contemplated

    Tell them there are moments when clay peels off my bones

    & feeds a river passing faces downstream

    Tell them I'm davening & voices rise up from within to startle children

    Tell them I walk off into the woods to sing

    Tell them I sing loudest next to waterfalls

    Tell them the books get fewer, words go deeper

    some take months to get thru

    Tell them there are moments when it's all perfect above & below, it's perfect

    even moments in between where sparks in space

    (terrible, beautiful sparks in space)

    are merely metaphors for the void between one pore & another

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    2 min
  • Meditations in an Emergency by Cameron Awkward-Rich

    I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of  rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the  buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents  beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, &  children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I  love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair.  There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was  raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my  stupid heart.

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    1 min
  • Public Service Announcement

    From here on out I will be using Spotify's wonderful features as my own personal poetry-memorizing software. Thanks.

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    1 min
  • Rogue Podcaster
    This whole episode is just me ranting about John Grisham. Oh, and I’m living in my own personal time zone. It’s my podcast and I’ll do what I want with it.
    12 min
  • Episode Zero

    Hello, and welcome to episode zero of Talk Too Much, where I introduce my podcast and begin to flout copyright law in earnest.

    2 min

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