James Allen Hall
speaker
2,199 appearances
11 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 10 Aug
James Allen Hall’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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yeah yeah yeah yeah no i mean there's so many really really good ones it's interesting that one was the one you just read was from the the doll maker's ghost is that right i think so you're putting me on the spot i'm in the selected i'm not sure no i just i'm wondering if i remember the name of the book correctly um it is yeah the doll maker's ghost from 1981 girl yeah yeah
Um, I'm going to read, uh, my story in a late style of fire.
Isn't that a great title?
Great title.
Um, it's also long, long lines and very Libra-esque.
Like it's a, it's a love story.
Um, and like many of his poems are about love, uh,
usually about cheating on a woman right yeah like i'd like to know i'd like the story from the other from the woman's point of view often i think about that and love that's that's your poem that's the poem you need to write like the women the women in love is tell their stories that would be a fascinating poem yeah my story in a late style of fire
Whenever I listen to Billie Holiday, I am reminded that I, too, was once banished from New York City.
Not because of drugs or because I was interesting enough for any wan, overworked patrolman to worry about.
His expression usually a great, gauzy spiderweb of bewilderment over his face.
I was banished from New York City by a woman.
Sometimes, after we had stopped laughing, I would look at her and see a cold note of sorrow or puzzlement go over her face as if someone else were there, behind it, not laughing at all.
We were, I think, in love.
No.
I'm sure if my house burned down tomorrow morning, and if I and my wife and son stood looking on at the flames, and if then someone stepped out of the crowd of bystanders and said to me, didn't you once know?
No.
But if one of the flames, rising up in the scherzo of fire, turned all the windows blank with light, and if that flame could speak, and if it said to me, you loved her, didn't you?
I'd answer, hands in my pockets, yes.
And then I'd let fire and misfortune overwhelm my life.
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