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

• 🌕 You are the music while the music lasts

• Forgetting was my only option

• The crushing banality of AI-play

• So here I am

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

• 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

• So here I am

• 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

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

• The fruit of reconciliation and relief after immense suffering

• Distracted from distraction by distraction

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

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