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Everything is cyclic
Everything is cyclic
I can only allow myself to create new. Too many times I’ve revisited old attempts at works, miring myself in past writing and thoughts. No more. No more reinventing, no more trying to salvage. Enough.
·datanode.net·
Everything is cyclic
Ada Limón — On making work that matters
Ada Limón — On making work that matters
Over the past eight years, one thing that’s different is that I take longer breaks. I’ll sometimes go months without writing, which is not something I used to do. I used to write every day. I still take a lot of notes, but I think I allow myself more time to be receptive to the world, as opposed to always worrying about saying something. I think it’s very much a poet’s novel, which means it’s basically—a woman stands out in a field thinking about other times she stood out in a field. And I think a lot of my energy when living in the city was going towards the performance of being human. That idea of “Hello! Look, I got dressed today. Ta-da!”
·thecreativeindependent.com·
Ada Limón — On making work that matters
The year that warped time
The year that warped time
span of time when someone has lived is clearly stated, and you have to understand their lifeline through a hyphen. ​ We make the future in the now. What are we going to do now? ​ Time does work in a cyclical way. It's not as linear as we like to think that it is, and that's what astrology tends to highlight.
·hodinkee.com·
The year that warped time
23: Seasons
23: Seasons
After each draft, I found myself asking "...why?," and I scratched them out and started over. but the truth is that that's not really what's occupying my mind these days…so, this month, as with every month, I'll give you what's actually on my mind. It's August now, and I have so few memories of doing anything this year. I've had a lot of group chats, FaceTime calls, phone calls, video calls, and even a few trips out of town, but those memories all feel translucent somehow, like I could put my hand right through them.
·nayafia.substack.com·
23: Seasons
your inbox gently fills
your inbox gently fills
i let summer take over the house for however long it needs --- making their way from meal to meal across the sky --- it’s not quite true that every car should stop while a poem is in operation but try to tell me it wouldn’t be nice
·granta.com·
your inbox gently fills
School and the seasons
School and the seasons
“I have lived for the last eight years in seasonless places, where things do not die, but revolve in a constant tropic sun. I had forgotten how the fall sharpens pencils, gray and colored ones”
·austinkleon.com·
School and the seasons