Elizabeth Metzger’s disembodied voice
Episode 17: “She’s both the midwife and the provoker”
“Oh it is worth being dust,” writes Elizabeth Metzger, in her poem “Into Her Future.” She’s talking about a particular kind of dust, the kind that takes pleasure in its own dispersal and oblivion:
Elizabeth’s disembodied voice gleefully defies the physical boundaries of the living. Relieved of the obstruction of a ...
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