• Form as a poem’s way of being in the world

• How do cultural objects change who we are?

• 🌕 You are the music while the music lasts

• Forgetting was my only option

• So here I am

• My work is loving the world

• Where you yourself were never quite yourself and did not want nor have to be

• Late September, an interregnum of heat among the scrambling of things

• Last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice

• a point is a beginning

• Calm creation that in opening closes, often ceases by starting

• So I find words I never thought to speak in streets I never thought I should revisit

• And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time

• Distracted from distraction by distraction

• So here I am

• If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o’ you!

• For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

• The wreck and not the story of the wreck, the thing itself and not the myth

• The fire and the rose are one

• Current mood in (not) AI generated images #161

• A condition of complete simplicity, costing not less than everything

• We who are your closet friends feel the time has come to tell you that every Thursday we have been meeting as a group

• Current mood in AI generated images #144

• It seems, as one becomes older, that the past has another pattern

• There is only a single, urgent task: to reach out with joy

• One has only learnt to get the better of words for the things one no longer has to say

• The wayward temporality of psychic life

• Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage which we did not take

• The things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget that history puts a saint in every dream

• Current mood in (not) AI generated images #126

• I live my life in widening circles

• Fling the emptiness in your arms out into the spaces we breathe

• Put out my eyes, and I can see you still

• Making the familiar strange

• Words strain, crack and sometimes break under the burden

• What you seek, it is near, now comes to meet you half-way

• We must be still and still moving, into another intensity

• The fruit of reconciliation and relief after immense suffering

• And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts

• I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was

• Live the questions now

• One discovers the light in darkness, that is what darkness is for

• Hatred, even of meanness, makes you ugly

• Nick Cave on becoming a person

• For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these, and yet be thought an idler by the noisy set

• Why you can’t use ChatGPT and Claude to answer a factual question

• Distracted from distraction by distraction

• Each venture is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate

• Current mood in AI generated images #90

• Current mood in (not) AI generated images #88

• How to enjoy writing #10: a poetic interlude from Claude

• I do not refute ideals, I merely put on gloves before them

• i look to the sky and fling myself into the pattern

• In defence of optimism

• Is it possible to fold a watermelon?

• God speaks time and time again, but no one notices

• The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this

• The Cruel Optimist, by Claude

• Current mood in (not) AI generated images #70

• It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living

• Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself

• 🌳 Last year is dead, they seem to say. Begin afresh, afresh, afresh 🌳

• It is not too late to seek a newer world

• Each venture is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate

• Makers, we, of perfectly contemplated machines