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Author Archives: Lex Gill
FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY
Late Fragment by Raymond Carver. And did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth.
FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE
First, from the biography of David Hills: “Philosophy is the ungainly attempt to tackle questions that come naturally to children, using methods that come naturally to lawyers.” Second, from Novalis, via Patti Smith: “Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.” Third, from Hera Lindsay Bird’s Speech time: Poetry is a luxury behaviour Like crying becauseContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE”
FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT
Empire of Dreams by Charles Simic, via Pome. On the first page of my dreambook It’s always evening In an occupied country. Hour before the curfew. A small provincial city. The houses all dark. The storefronts gutted. I am on a street corner Where I shouldn’t be. Alone and coatless I have gone out toContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT”
FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN
Barney Curran, via Instagram.
FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX
From Siera Montoya Barela.
FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE
Good Bones by Maggie Smith via the Poetry Foundation. Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate,Continue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE”
FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FOUR
By JoMo (@jomotopia), Two Worlds.
FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE
Zoé Numan, via booooooom.
FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO
Kristina Tzekova, via Instagram.
FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE
John Berryman’s Dream Song 14, via Laura Olin. Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn,and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored means you have no Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no inner resources, becauseContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE”
FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY
From Joan Didion in Slouching Towards Bethlehem (more excerpts from Maria Popova, here). I always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, but I remain unconvinced that the distinction, for my purposes, matters. …. How it felt to me: that is getting closer to the truth about a notebook. IContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY”
FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE
Maciek Wolański, Kosmos.
FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT
Kirsty Templeton Davidge; whose art reminds me of my mom.
FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN
Thanks, by W.S. Merwin. Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water thanking it standing by the windows looking out inContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN”