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”
Author Archives: Lex Gill
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”
FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX
Pol Pintó, from the series Teletrabajo 01.
FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE
Jiab Prachakul (via booooooom).
FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR
From Brandon Taylor’s essay the tiny white people in our heads: When I tell friends about my life, even stories that are funny to me, I always try to preface it by saying that I grew up in a Southern Gothic novel. I think most of us who grew up with trauma or working classContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR”
FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE
Starlings I and II from Ploterre / Rebecca J Kaye (see description here).
FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO
By Evan M. Cohen (site) from the series Reflect.
FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE
“We Lived Happily during the War” by Ilya Kaminsky, via Poetry Unbound and the Poetry Foundation. And when they bombed other people’s houses, we protestedbut not enough, we opposed them but not enough. I wasin my bed, around my bed America was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house. I took a chairContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE”
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