Listening · VIII

VIIIListening

Her own voice, reading her own poems. Nothing to choose and nothing to set up - press the stone and she is already here.


one press. she reads a poem she wrote at twenty-four.

Every reading in this room is her own voice, recorded once and left alone. There are licensed clones of her voice elsewhere in this studio, made for the films, and none of them are in here. This room is only ever her.

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