In the cold and darkness of dogmatic days,
I reached out for words, forms. colours and sounds,
That emanated from vinyl and tape.
Thankfully, I have never looked back since.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funnily enough last year I bought a bargain record player from the local car boot to play all my old vinyl albums in the loft and they still sound earthly incredible. Kept some tapes but no facility to play them. A fine poem Dominic to reminisce and gather one's thoughts over 10++.