Aaron Smith
speaker
2,298 appearances
12 recordings
2 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 25 Aug
Aaron Smith’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Yeah, she always if you I think if you're someone who who needs inspiration to write, you could read a few pages of her and then start.
I'm going to read Adagio.
Adagio.
Across Majestic Boulevard, steam bath neons the snow to blue, and on her table a blue cup steams, a rhyme of stale cream circling its rim.
Before finding the chipped case behind the mirror, she waits for morning, the way an addict must wait, a little longer, and studies the torn print on the wall, lilies blurred to water stains, a woman floating in a boat, trailing fingers in its wake.
Someone rich, someone gone, maybe a countess, but
She lets herself drift in the boat, warming thin, translucent hands and coffee steam.
She's not a countess, only another girl from the outer burrows with a heroine habit as long as the sea routes that run up and down the coast.
She's read all winter a life of heart crane, losing her place, beginning again with crane in a room by the bridge, the East River, spending himself lavishly crazy.
She spent her night circulating between piano bars and cabarets where Greek sailors drink and buy her cheap hotel champagne at ten bucks a shot before evaporating to another port on the map of Terra Incognita, the water lilies chart along her wall.
The mantle is greened with a chemical patina of sweat and time and
And she can't call any of this back.
Heart crane sways, a bottle of scotch in one hand, his face plunged inside the gramophone's tin trumpet, jazzed to graceless oblivion.
She rinses her face in the basin, cold water, then turns to glance across the boulevard where life's arranged in all its grainy splendor.
The steam bath sign switches off with dawn, a few departing men swathed in peacoats.
The bath attendant climbs as always to the roof, then opens the dovecote to let his pigeons fly before descending to his berth.
They bank and curve towards the harbor that surrenders to the sea.
She knows Crane will leap from the Orizaba's stern to black fathoms of water and
That one day she'll lock this room and lose the key.
The gas flame's yellow coronet stutters, and she rolls her stocking down at last to hit the vein above her ankle.
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