You make me think of many men
Once met, to be forgot again
Or merely resurrected
In a parenthesis of wit
That found them hastening through it
Too brisk to be inspected.
by Marianne Moore
You make me think of many men
Once met, to be forgot again
Or merely resurrected
In a parenthesis of wit
That found them hastening through it
Too brisk to be inspected.
by Marianne Moore
Three years ago I wrote here that I would dedicate myself more to this website, to this blog. Three years ago was also the last time I wrote a blog post here, or anywhere now that I come to think of it. I could blame disability or schooling or general life, and I’d have some pretty reasonable points. But I also could have focused myself and prioritised. I didn’t.
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My Old Friend (more…)
I haven’t posted on this website in quite a while. I have been writing poetry, but I haven’t been posting. I think this is mainly because I haven’t been recording what I’ve been writing. I type it all into my notes app on my phone with the intent of getting to it at some point… eventually… (more…)