Not a soundpoem
Christian Bök reads a poem. A poem. Not a soundpoem. Just your run-of-the-mill poetified meanings. I think I can even smell the scent of “message”! But then again, who knows, it might be methodical or apropriated, or maybe I’m not paying enough attention and he’s simply speaking in one vowel and two consonants, or something. In any case, I recommend it, the reading’s a hoot and the poem’s a blast.