 sqrlcub
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Date: August 19, 2004 @ 11:47 AM
Cliffs of Dover! Suddenly I am reminded of Eric Johnson, especially since Traf's music is similar to EJ's electric music.
I like how the poem has the subject confronting his fear. The take a little Dover home to me speaks of having conquered the fear. Very nice piece!
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 onewhodreams
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Date: August 19, 2004 @ 12:22 PM
I am just mesmerized by your voice and words 
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 MonnieB
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Date: August 19, 2004 @ 2:26 PM
My gods... I swear, i wish i had your mind sometimes... You are amazing with words... Just amazing... This poem is haunting and has so much rhythm and so much image... It's so different reading and hearing poetry... It's so much easier to see the images when someone is reading (especially with such a beautiful speaking voice as yours)... rather than reading the poem outright... I love it...
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 MarcSalmon
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Date: August 19, 2004 @ 7:04 PM
damn your words are so descriptive. its like you spark off this film in my mind. you read your poems very well too.
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Rodrica
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Date: August 20, 2004 @ 4:41 AM
This probably means even more to me as I've stood there too  It is one of those places where you reflect and do indeed take a little piece home with you in your mind. Great piece of poetry
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 dkeifer
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Date: August 20, 2004 @ 4:44 PM
This is so good! The way you find a proufound experience is a very brief event. And the way all the beautifully detailed images add to that. Very cool.
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 tsand19151
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Date: August 21, 2004 @ 6:42 PM
...again, very visual. i closed my eyes and i was there. can't give you anymore praise than that.......well done...content and delivery......
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imemine
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Date: August 23, 2004 @ 1:51 PM
You are truly quite a talented wordsmith. The images you create with words are nothing less than spectacular. All without the vehicle, the facade, the distraction, the beating of the drums, pure and uncluttered thought surrounded by glorious landscapes and intense emotions. My heart beats simultaneously with both excitement and fear. Yes ---perspective! It’s funny how perspective confronts us when staring at mortality, isn’t it? And you clearly capture the feeling of ones own fragility in the midst of a beautiful backdrop.
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Solipsism
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Date: August 23, 2004 @ 7:44 PM
i love the way you give the background to the stories....the words you use are so visual...the images pop into your head so easily...i'm also terrified from heights  rusting gunstumps walked the downland...that was a beautiful, powerful line...there's real strength in your compositions and the words you use seem to me to be quite unconventional and i admire the way you build tension almost with your reading style. Very impressive work...this is my third listen now, great work 
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 Woof
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Date: August 25, 2004 @ 3:22 AM
Lovely... absolutely lovely!
As others have mentioned, every word metters here... moreover, though, I love listening to the sound of the words being read to me... they have edges in their sound... A very rich piece, and indeed it triggers these amazing visual impressions... and ends on that lovely emotional note... making a perfect reconciliation of the heart and the mind...
I don't know how it could possibly become more of a recording... it's just perfect!
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Woof
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Date: August 25, 2004 @ 3:24 AM
Er... matters, not "metters"... sorry...
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furiousBall
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Date: September 20, 2004 @ 9:37 PM
thin as old man's skin - love that. where one finds perspective...really loved that passage. you can truly feel the sea, the chill of the ocean breeze on the cliffs. did traf really scream at his birdbrain devil?  
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Snoogans775
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Date: January 7, 2005 @ 11:21 PM
oh, furious beat me to it, thin as old man's skin is a wonderfully visual brush across the head.
There's more depth in the words here than there are textures on the white cliffs themselves
and so much in a man, scared out of his wits.
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 ShadowMom
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Date: October 2, 2005 @ 12:11 AM
Three times I listened to this and read it, and each time it seemed different. On one level, it's the obvious--a man facing his fear (poor Traf, I'm very afraid of heights, too!). But then...it seems more like facing one's own mortality, bringing a little bit of Dover home. And then...the image of flight, with this: "a remnant instinct - twinge of wings." How delicious! I do believe that if I read it three more times, I will see three more facets in this beautiful little gem. 
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Engine11RDenny
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Date: October 18, 2005 @ 4:23 PM
Presented very well awesome voice  Now for the tallent gee whiz this is so pro You must write and narrate for movies and theater. I love heights personally and I've been on that edge [brink] with my fingers curving upward and out towards the eaves and windows of the town I paint haha 
Loved the ending "You try to brush the white smears from your clothes,
but take a little of Dover home." That's the stuff
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spencm
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Date: October 29, 2005 @ 4:44 PM
You way you describe the scene takes me back to the stomach tightening sensation I felt standing near the edge of beachy head. Watching the shreaching gulls reeling overhead and smelling the sea air
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Ghostie
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Date: December 9, 2005 @ 2:45 PM
Your lovely voice weaves a wonderful story. A real pleasure to listen too!!
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Notary04
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Date: September 5, 2006 @ 5:50 PM
Wow! I absolutely love that "remnant instinct" line, too. There's very powerful humor underlying the beautiful and anxious narrative you weave here. I suppose that makes it all the more appropriate a portrait for your sweetheart, as I get the same feeling from his music
Rock on, lady!
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