Light and deft is the return of June
Never change
Seasonal juvenilia
Running out of new hobbies
Old notes: perhaps some change is for the better?
Once more
Once upon a time
Ought we to mourn the physicality of things? Surely my equal appreciation of love letters and voicenotes is no great paradox?
Old favourites never get old
I have longed for fame and feared criticism. I have craved genius and held back rather than be found a fraud. I have seen the aspiring artist’s folly, and know it to be my own. Late Fame belittles and comforts us all.
“When the anxiety became absolutely unbearable it was transmuted into playfulness”
“Simple logic dictates that if you cannot even conceive the possibility of leaving a negotiation, then it is preferable never to enter one.” - Yanis Varoufakis
Ultimately, I prefer ‘forgotten’ over ‘discarded’
The ‘shortlist’ vs. what fit in my suitcase
Really though, where is that passage on the self-hatred of the tourist?
Is this not perfectly formed?
Poetry at Fat Cat, as it looked in my imagination
I agonise over every word, but once a poem settles I am disinclined to edit it further. While still imperfect, it expresses the thought.
A letter is worth more than the sum total of its words
Start with the basics