I am tired. not for a lack of rest — no, I slept quite well last night, and I’ve had my coffee. it’s something deeper, something inherently present, in the fibers of my skin, in my tendons, in my eyes. I am exhausted, fatigued by life, by the noise and the silence, the people, and … Continue reading Exhaustion
Tag: poetry
A Little Tooth
Your baby grows a tooth, then two, and four, and five, then she wants some meat directly from the bone. It’s all over: she’ll learn some words, she’ll fall in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet talker on his way ...
I kill them with kindness I can’t afford.
“Sometimes there is a person who you know looks right. Their skin is fine like a linen cloth and their hair is the color of night. And they walk and when they walk that makes ladies turn to their window and admire. All the ladies in the town with t...
Mad, Extravagant City
Via 99% Invisible's "Some Other Sign that People Do Not Totally Regret Life", I was reminded of the companion passages from Walt Whitman and Frank O'Hara in the fencing of Battery Park City. "One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can’t even enjoy a blade of … Continue reading Mad, Extravagant City
Stephen Fry’s “America”
Stephen Fry’s “America” is completely charming, and this is one of the better moments. e-sharp: “Chris, don’t think me pretentious. This smell is an autumnal walk in the countryside, probably about 7 miles from Aldershot, on the fringe of an old wood, a spinney or a copse, possibly, if not a spinney, it’s a copse, … Continue reading Stephen Fry’s “America”
Typewriter Series #39 by Tyler Knott Gregson
tylerknott: Typewriter Series #39 by Tyler Knott Gregson