I recreated the “The Dead Echo / Death’s Echo” speaking experiment yesterday with another poet. We didn’t record it: we just read it, together, aloud, in the format with multiple voices on the verse and a single voice on the refrain. It was great to see chorus-type things poking their heads outside of rehearsal and into life that isn’t staged, or recorded. It made me remember that there was a time when it was not possible to record anything, and that some part of the virtue of experimenting with choruses is just that working on them gets you speaking with other people.