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Lately, I've been spending my time on the train repeating poems over and over until I know them rather well. Then I come home, and I repeat them over and over to my partner until I know it by heart and they know it rather well. Now, we're both walking around playing a game called poetry juke-box. There's seldom a winner and only a sliver of pride on the line each time we play.
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There's just no better way to engage with the language and the craft than stamping the words on your brain. Also works for particularly brilliant prose, of course
Jan 24, 2024
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Like poems, or pi, or a train station announcement. talismanic!
Feb 21, 2024
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By heart - that’s to know it with your heart
Poems, monologues, songs, prayers; i Can call them up at any time and be kept company by friends with Greater Minds than me
Jan 28, 2024
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No screen Sundays. If I want to listen to music its CDs or radio. If I want to watch a movie, no I don’t. If I want to see a friend, I will make plans with them on Friday or Saturday to meet up. As a result, I read more, write more, and sit with questions like “did Citizen Kane‘s 50 year winning streak in the Sight and Sound critics choice survey end in 2012 or 2022? When did Stephen Merritt come out? Whats the etymology of Whitsun?“
This is something that I have practiced off and on for many years but I’ve been doing it every week since December and I love the way that it just allows me one day of true freedom and rest.
Jan 22, 2025
Mar 3, 2025
My calendar this year has 52 of these week at a glance pages but I don’t think that way. So, I've been inspired by Ross Gay’s Book of Delighs to start recording the little moments and sensations that bring me joy throughout the day. An analog pi.fyi, if you will.
heres some of what I have so far:
- Waking up to the sound of my upstairs neighbor‘s footstep. It sounded nostalgic. Felt like company.
- Strawberry jam
- feeling tender for strangers: their lips, nail colors, their small wrists. Thinking of all the lives we hold gently.
- A young girl bought an LP at the bookstore just before I left. She stroked its cover with love
- Green tiles —the mint shade always makes me think of Jancie
- Charlie’s little bop and punch dancing to some German language punk
- lunch with Katherine, curry Brussels sprouts
- small talk at the photo studio. The photographer's brother was named after their dad, stole his identity, bought jet skis.
Jan 13, 2025