"It's hard to say if it is her voice or her sensibility that holds them spellbound, the rise and fall from almost whisper to wail to deep throated growls of sadness and pain. Whatever it is, it reminds them of home...home, in its many and various forms, burrows, beaches, tops of trees[...]Soon a few begin to join in tentatively and then all (some are quite good but some, naturally, can't sing even a little, but they join in none the less) a chorus of wails and Pooch, again, as at the opera, in obligato, her voice soaring out over all the others."
ur Carmen Dog av Carol Emshwiller
onsdag 6 februari 2019
Ur Carmen Dog av Carol Emshwiller (1921 – 2019)
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