Yes, I know the microphone/operator sucks.

But these recordings are the first time these poems have been spoken aloud, and I value that aspect more than I dislike the popping and other flaws. Just as these poems weren't written to be shared. Those poems to come in time will be the products of a more matured, deliberate poetic style; and those videos to come will be the products of a more experienced operator (and maybe, even, better hardware). I enjoy the roughness; I enjoy it more so because I know it will pass, likely never to return. Clumsiness is beautiful when it's regarded as passing in its passing; one might see value in anything singular.