Hey y’all! Have you missed me? I have certainly missed you all and your lovely little dopamine-giving selves. In the first two weeks of August, I have begun to dig myself out from the chaos of July, which is ongoing, so at most, I dig myself out a few feet, then lose all but six inches of that progress by day’s end. I’ve not had a lot of time to reflect on last month’s project but I can tell you a few things so far:
- I miss writing something to post everyday
- The amount I don’t know about writing could crush the entire solar system
- I need to live more
- I think the writer I’ve always wanted to become might actually exist
- I. I I I I I I I. Every poem. I. I. I.
- There are moments when the writing is so good though
- Embroidery + poetry = endless project potential
Things occupying me this week
All It Seems by Befaam, translated from Gujarati by Meena Desa. It is a ghazal, an Arabic verse form I learned about this week.
For me, the history of love
seems to be only this:
first, it is the truth,
then an illusion, or so it seems.
Volcanism by Jónas Þorbjarnarson, translated from Icelandic by Bernard Scudder
I was someone and then I met you. . . people change each other even cause eruptions within each other
How to Fly (In Ten Thousand Easy Lessons) by Barbara Kingsolver. This is one of my favorite writers. I read two lines of this book and felt Barbara’s hand in my chest, holding my heart. It comes out in paperback in October!
The title track was a recommendation, and it’s incredible, which led me to rest of the album – also incredible. You may recognize her as part of the band Of Monsters and Men.
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