Solotramp's Podcast
Poetry Propaganda -- How audacious! by Eleanor A Binnings
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Trailer for Solotramp
01/02/2024
Trailer for Solotramp
Audible is also available. Book trailer for Solotramp.
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A_Man_Who_Lies.mp3
11/20/2023
A_Man_Who_Lies.mp3
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Solotramp Launch!
04/30/2023
Solotramp Launch!
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Digital version of SOLOTRAMP and DRAMA
04/30/2023
Digital version of SOLOTRAMP and DRAMA
Solotramp and Drama should be free to all at Amazon Kindle April 30th and May 1st. (If someone doesn’t have a Kindle, they can use the App.) Launch party on the 30th! <a href="https://www.amazon.com/SOLOTRAMP-Eleanor-Addy-Binnings-ebook/dp/B0BP6P39V1"> https://www.amazon.com/SOLOTRAMP-Eleanor-Addy-Binnings-ebook/dp/B0BP6P39V1</a>
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SOLOTRAMP my Novel -- Audacity!
12/11/2022
SOLOTRAMP my Novel -- Audacity!
Paperback of SOLOTRAMP here: Audible version will be up in days! I began recording in December and uploaded on July 4th -- so appropriate since the story begins on July 5th. Fireworks while I submitted.
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Tell Me
05/24/2022
Tell Me
From long ago, but I want to bring it to the front now. (c)2006 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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FEAR
04/18/2021
FEAR
I wrote this poem long ago. I've pretty much taken this advice about Fear . . . .
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June 2020 - a rondel
06/17/2020
June 2020 - a rondel
After drinking rondel tea from the , I wanted to try writing a rondel.
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Guaranteed Love Spell
08/24/2019
Guaranteed Love Spell
Visual poetry
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HONEYMOON SURPRISE
08/23/2018
HONEYMOON SURPRISE
Jake & Annette get married!
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Working
04/01/2018
Working
If only we work, we get what we want.
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Breakfast with Horace - Gnarlyhead
01/03/2014
Breakfast with Horace - Gnarlyhead
Here is another episode of my storyboarding project for Gnarlyhead.
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New scene for Gnarlyhead storyboard
01/02/2014
New scene for Gnarlyhead storyboard
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Scene from Gnarlyhead
01/22/2013
Scene from Gnarlyhead
Sunny and Anita meet a psychic at a street fair.
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GNARLYHEAD - Sunny meets computer date, Cowboy Jack
11/03/2012
GNARLYHEAD - Sunny meets computer date, Cowboy Jack
Storyboard: scene where Sunny and Jack meet at a coffeeshop for the first time having met online. Drafting . . .
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Moonbeams & Thin Air
04/15/2010
Moonbeams & Thin Air
Rick Davis is playing harmonica on this. I'd love to have a solo.
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A Sestina - Escape
03/07/2010
A Sestina - Escape
At last -- a new one. I know that it's been awhile. It's on the long side--more than five minutes.
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Guaranteed Love Spell
02/17/2010
Guaranteed Love Spell
The love spell
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FIRST ELEGY Excerpt from the Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke - Translation
02/04/2010
FIRST ELEGY Excerpt from the Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke - Translation
FIRST ELEGY Excerpt from the Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke - TranslationMy translation has attempted to somewhat simplify to make more accessible to Americans. I hope I have not lost the profundity of Rilke.First Elegy (Excerpt) Who, if I cried out, would listen among the classes of holy angels?and should one clasp me to its breast,its profound essence would dissolve me. For beautyis nothing but the first sight of a terrorthat we can hardly stand except that it quietly refrainsfrom destroying us. Every angel is too awesome.And so I swallow my luring call and weep in the dark.Who can help us us? Not angels, not men—and animalsknow that we’re homeless in this world we’ve constructed.Maybe along a hillside a tree stands that we can seeeach day, and there are always yesterday’s streetsand the fidel habit moved in like a tenant who now secureshall not move on. Oh, and there’s night—night when a cosmic winderodes our faces—gentle, yearned for, but how it forcesus to confront the solitary beat of life. Is it easier for lovers?No, they only conceal the lottery from each other.Don’t you understand yet? Throw the emptinessfrom your arms into the clearing where we breathe—maybe the bird in the widened air will fly viscerally. -Translation - Eleanor A. Binnings (c)2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED=================Die erste ElegieWer, wenn ich schriee, hörte mich denn aus der EngelOrdnungen? und gesetzt selbst, es nähmeeiner mich plötzlich ans Herz: ich verginge von seinemstärkeren Dasein. Denn das Schöne ist nichtsals des Schrecklichen Anfang, den wir noch grade ertragen,und wir bewundern es so, weil es gelassen verschmäht,uns zu zerstören. Ein jeder Engel ist schrecklich.Und so verhalt ich mich denn und verschlucke den Lockrufdunkelen Schluchzens. Ach, wen vermögenwir denn zu brauchen? Engel nicht, Menschen nicht,und die findigen Tiere merken es schon,daß wir nicht sehr verläßlich zu Haus sindin der gedeuteten Welt. Es bleibt uns vielleichtirgend ein Baum an dem Abhang, daß wir ihn täglichwiedersähen; es bleibt uns die Straße von gesternund das verzogene Treusein einer Gewohnheit,der es bei uns gefiel, und so blieb sie und ging nicht.O und die Nacht, die Nacht, wenn der Wind voller Weltraumuns am Angesicht zehrt –, wem bliebe sie nicht, die ersehnte,sanft enttäuschende, welche dem einzelnen Herzenmühsam bevorsteht. Ist sie den Liebenden leichter?Ach, sie verdecken sich nur mit einander ihr Los.Weißt du's noch nicht? Wirf aus den Armen die Leere zu den Räumen hinzu, die wir atmen; vielleicht daß die Vögeldie erweiterte Luft fühlen mit innigerm Flug.
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After Midnight Six Years Later
01/26/2010
After Midnight Six Years Later
This is the first poem I've recorded in 2007.
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Empty Years
12/14/2009
Empty Years
Jimmy Cacciatore and Jason Hollar produced Flowers for You (c) 1999 Cacch a Smile EnterprisesUnique--Jimmy grew up with English and Sign Language together (spoken in the home!) -- born in Fort Carson and grew up in Fort Collins. Great childhood, lotsa friends, lotsa sports--diving, football, soccer, baseball . . . and then one day Jimmy was on his way to diving practice, but did not make it. The true headbanger: life changed with a head injury. He had to relearn speech, etc., and is quicker at Sign Language than speaking the complexities of English. But he can do music!!!The accident wiped out education, but he kept his all-time, all-good personality. Who wouldn't love his music????The first song put up here is "Empty Years." Drummer is Rick Trinidad, and Jason is on electric bass. Jimmy plays acoustic 12-string guitar. Enjoy, enjoy!!!
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Rare
12/09/2009
Rare
RAREi rarely think of him any morethat man who made me laugh and dreami hardly recall the way he held menor how the fire dissolved to steami always was who i am without pretensei never quite understood why he jumped the fence"you're too beautiful for me" is what he saidstrange words that spun around in my headi rarely think of him any moremight not recognize himon the streetthough he shows up invisiblein my cold feeti don't miss him noweven when he comes to mindthough the scar he left across my heartis easy enough to findthe teaspoonful of ashesthat reminds me of when the burning begani could blow into the wind nowwith the breath across my hand"you're too beautiful for me"is what he saidstrange words to leave spinningin my headBeauty in the scars, beauty in the dreamsbeauty in the way fire dissolves to steambeauty in the ashes taking flight on the windbeauty in the tears washing me clean again(c) 2005 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Drama
12/02/2009
Drama
This is title poem in new book of poems title DRAMA. DRAMA I don't care to dwell in the past that murky place of half-baked memories my story begins here . . . . (c)2005 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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between the sahel and the suburbs
11/30/2009
between the sahel and the suburbs
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Beat
09/30/2009
Beat
BEATOn my block six girls are pregnant, their bellies almost bigger than they are so they can't see the ground when they walkThe way they walk is as if the wind is blowing them backfour girls have babies you can hear squalling day and nightand the girl-moms too yelling,"Shut up! I can't stand it!" Slap slapbut the squalling goes on. Over at the clinic some people march with signs stepping on cracks with their big flat shoestheir shadows growing long over the plants with wilted leaves.And up on the hill the boys dress hot, practicing moves while their music fills the street with a scorching beat. Uptown cars roll with their windows up and tinted dark and no one comes out to play.(c)2007 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Generation 1999
09/27/2009
Generation 1999
Generation 1999It's in the headlinesin the tabloidson the lipsof people knocking on my dooralmost before the sun comes up"the end is almost here"As children we were taughtto fold ourselves under our desks at schoolfallout shelter salesmen knocked on our doorsand we knew we were the first generationthat could be annhilated in less timethan it takes for a soulful kissand when we got older our parents said:"What's wrong with this generation?they live like there's no tomorrow."Most of us are seeingmiddle age in the mirror in the morning . . .and our children are standing insupermarket lines where blaring headlines announce the end of the world . . . . . .watching people stream toward sem-hostile bordersbombs and mines flare and boom behind themsome kids garb a schoolin explosivesDo you know the worldis coming to an end?. . . But my tulips are up againleaves unfurl on brown branchesyoung rabbits dart across my lawnEverywhere is the music of birds who have made the long journey again.Water falls from the sky and changes the color of the grassWe interpret symbols and imagine we're equipped to portend the future.The wheel of fortune turnsWho stands to gain from saying "THE END!"Who stands to lose?************************(c) 2008 Binnings
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To Her Portrait
09/18/2009
To Her Portrait
Rebel nun of the 17th century.Sister Juana Ines de la Cruz lived in the certainty that "all things come from God, who is the center and at the same time the circumference from which all the lines of creation issue and where they stop." Such was the life of this religious woman of 17th-century New Spain, who not only left her mark on Spanish-American literature but whose cry of revolt over their inferior position of women is timely even today.Beatriz Berger. World Press Review. Oct 1994. From http://www.lasmujeres.com/sorjuana/rebelnun.shtmlHere is your introduction to Sor Juana.And here: http://www.latin-american.cam.ac.uk/culture/SorJuana/SorJuana2.htmA Su RetratoEste, que ves, engano colorido,que del arte ostentando los primores,con falsos silogismos de coloreses cauteloso engano del sentido;este, en quien la lisonja ha pretendidoexcusar de los anos los horrores,y venciendo del tiempo los rigorestriunfar de la vejez y del olvido,es un vano artificio del cuidadoes una flor al viento delicada,es un resguardo inutil para el hado:es una necia diligencia errada,es un afan caduco y, bien mirado,es cadaver, es polvo, es sombra, es nada.My translation:To Her Portraitthe artifice of colors that here you see testify to cunning and crafty graceBut if its false logic and gloss faded away, we'd begin to see how illusory is the likeness, how human vanity deceives us all into thinkingyears erase the horrors those years have etched into our facesBut to battle with time is insanity, is a futile gesture you cannot hope to win, is an absence of caution, is wit put aside is a delicate flower caught in the windis a weak defense against what Fate's contrivedis a conquest doomed, and you know in your mindit's a corpose, dust, shadow, a reed's insides(c) 2004 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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