When All Night... Voice as the only sound source | New Year Night jamming

Voice processed through various effects Poem and performance by Artūrs Punte Translated by Kevin M. F. Platt Reading by Jayde Will *** When all night the wind fondles tin while the radio crackles until it pops then locks a wavelength, never leaving home & you think, look how we’ve dropped into a fold the fabric so crumpled, we’ve settled in set up wobbly chairs, created a sort of order as every Saturday: out on the town. And what if it’s decided to take an iron to it? shake what’s loose cut the lines...