‘I Want To Sleep With You,’ a poem by Joyce Mansour, read by RM.

‘Like This,’ a poem by Rumi, read by RM. 

‘May I Feel Said He,’ a poem by E.E. Cummings, read by RM. 

Letter #45 - Montreal Narrative - April 7th, 2013 (Created & Improvised by RM)

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I am a contemporary dancer & a writer. These ‘letters,’ are all improvised, late in the evening, after a session of dance (usually around 1:00 am) I wanted to speak to something about desire, and the wanting of someone, and I found just sitting in front of a microphone, with no notes, and nothing written down, and simply speaking, was the best way to go. I won’t reveal the nature of the woman I am speaking to (who ‘she,’ is) and this will be continuing for a little while. I won’t reveal what is fiction & what is reality in this ‘project,’ but I like the fact that this is me, unfiltered, without the ability to edit what I say (even if it makes someone uncomfortable, or if it offends) This is me, speaking with my true voice, to you.

Have a listen.

Letter #46 - Montreal Narrative - April 8th, 2013 (Created & Improvised by RM)

To listen to this ongoing series, please follow this tumblr at http://montrealnarrative.com

I am a contemporary dancer & a writer. These ‘letters,’ are all improvised, late in the evening, after a session of dance (usually around 1:00 am) I wanted to speak to something about desire, and the wanting of someone, and I found just sitting in front of a microphone, with no notes, and nothing written down, and simply speaking, was the best way to go. I won’t reveal the nature of the woman I am speaking to (who ‘she,’ is) and this will be continuing for a little while. I won’t reveal what is fiction & what is reality in this ‘project,’ but I like the fact that this is me, unfiltered, without the ability to edit what I say (even if it makes someone uncomfortable, or if it offends) This is me, speaking with my true voice, to you.

Have a listen.

‘Your Bed Is Too Small For Fucking And Poetry,’ a poem by Roger Bonair-Agard, read by RM.

Letter #18 - Montreal Narrative - February 26th, 2013 (Created & Improvised by RM.

To listen to this ongoing series, please follow my other tumblr at http://montrealnarrative.com

I am a contemporary dancer & a writer. These ‘letters,’ are all improvised, late in the evening, after a session of dance (usually around 1:00 am) I wanted to speak to something about desire, and the wanting of someone, and I found just sitting in front of a microphone, with no notes, and nothing written down, and simply speaking, was the best way to go. I won’t reveal the nature of the woman I am speaking to (who ‘she,’ is) and this will be continuing for a little while. I won’t reveal what is fiction & what is reality in this ‘project,’ but I like the fact that this is me, unfiltered, without the ability to edit what I say (even if it makes someone uncomfortable, or if it offends) This is me, speaking with my true voice, to you.

(This is what the author sounds like when he’s hilariously losing his mind)

Have a listen.

‘I Want To Sleep With You,’ a poem by Joyce Mansour, read by RM. 

Letter #15 - Montreal Narrative - February 23rd, 2013 (Created & Improvised by RM)

To listen to this ongoing series, please follow my other tumblr at http://montrealnarrative.com

I am a contemporary dancer & a writer. These ‘letters,’ are all improvised, late in the evening, after a session of dance (usually around 1:00 am) I wanted to speak to something about desire, and the wanting of someone, and I found just sitting in front of a microphone, with no notes, and nothing written down, and simply speaking, was the best way to go. I won’t reveal the nature of the woman I am speaking to (who ‘she,’ is) and this will be continuing for a little while. I won’t reveal what is fiction & what is reality in this ‘project,’ but I like the fact that this is me, unfiltered, without the ability to edit what I say (even if it makes someone uncomfortable, or if it offends) This is me, speaking with my true voice, to you.

(This one, was just too much fun) 

Have a listen.

Letter #14 - Montreal Narrative - February 22nd, 2013 (Created & Improvised by RM)

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I am a contemporary dancer & a writer. These ‘letters,’ are all improvised, late in the evening, after a session of dance (usually around 1:00 am) I wanted to speak to something about desire, and the wanting of someone, and I found just sitting in front of a microphone, with no notes, and nothing written down, and simply speaking, was the best way to go. I won’t reveal the nature of the woman I am speaking to (who ‘she,’ is) and this will be continuing for a little while. I won’t reveal what is fiction & what is reality in this ‘project,’ but I like the fact that this is me, unfiltered, without the ability to edit what I say (even if it makes someone uncomfortable, or if it offends) This is me, speaking with my true voice, to you.

(This one, is purely instructional) 

Have a listen.