Mammoths and Pinsky

I smell a mammith. Olert the troops!

Whale Child is writing a play, he says. Or rather, typing it on my laptop. That’s the opening line. I love the way he spells words aloud to himself as he writes, enunciating each consonant and vowel half a dozen times on a rising pitch as if he were Robert Pinsky, or a piano-tuner. (Was I writing plays – or anything, for that matter – when I was six?)

I’ve been listening to him (Pinsky, not Whale Child) read some of his stuff online. Not very satisfying – he seems to go exaggeratedly for enunciation over pretty much everything else, which makes the overall experience slow, and really rather painful. Check the readings out here and see what you think.

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Nic Sebastian

Nic is the author of Forever Will End On Thursday and Dark And Like A Web. She founded the now-archived Whale Sound site and is co-founder of The Poetry Storehouse. Nic blogs at Very Like A Whale and Voice Alpha.

4 thoughts on “Mammoths and Pinsky”

  1. Ick, to Pinsky’s reading. Couldn’t get through it. Agreed on the over-enunciation, and many of his pauses are too long without any payoff.

    Bravo to the play writing!

    And thanks to you, the word “frabjous” jumps into my mind at all odd hours of the day.

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