The Hollow Men, read by T. S. Eliot himself.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, read by the great Tom O’Bedlam.

Prufrock, read by Mr. Eliot.

The Emperor of Ice Cream, by Wallace Stevens, read by the incomparable Tom O’Bedlam.

Mr. O’Bedlam‘s at it again, with Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.

Read by Paul Mathers.  Be Drunk, by Charles Baudelaire.

To The Reader {Au Lecteur}, read by the mighty Tom O’Bedlam.

The Albatross, read by no one other than Tom O’Bedlam.

Pied Beauty, by Gerard Manley Hopkins, read by the great Tom O’Bedlam.

The Windhover, read by the inimitable Tom O’Bedlam.

The Men Who Don’t Fit In, read, I believe, by George M. Economou.  By the truly great Robert Service.

Moderation, read by Sir Thrustus Simmonds.

Moderation, read this time by the obscure Irish poet Argus Jones.

Fern Hill, by Dylan Thomas. Read by Tom O’Bedlam.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, read by the incomparable Tom O’Bedlam.

Hound Voice, by William Butler Yeats. Read by the quasi-obscure poet Argus Jones.

Tacit lies the gold once-knotted horn.  Read by The Argus Jones, semi-obscure poet of note/unnote. A bit of Pynchon.