Byron as an embryo:
Behold the unborn Byron grow.
His budding brain sprouts ears and eyes.
Soon he swells to twice his size.
He drinks in with his mother's blood
A subtle philosophic food,
Distils from that good woman's sense
A strong poetic influence.
She calls him and he answers back
From the amniotic sac.
He says:
"Spread the word, tomorrow morn
A future poet shall be born.
From my mother I shall fall
Into the womb that holds us all.
My life shall be a meteor
That generations shall adore,
For my unbuttoned liberty
The unborn will remember me."
Tara Jane O'Neil offers up her ephemeral audio sketchbook, presenting improvisational pieces captured on the fly that feel remarkably full. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2021