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I'm young at heart

I am slowly growing to disdain but it is good when young to track the timely

Do you have recommendations for this? How to make this happen? Under what conditions you've observed? Where I might learn more? Other than perhaps an intense concentration altered headspace and careful scrutiny of my own work?

It's different but I was thinking today about how in Christian iconography traditionally. You don't look at the Saints the Saints look at you. Archaic Torso of Apollo etcetera

The information is encoded in the language itself? The social structure that shapes and is shaped by language?

I feel I have written seriously but I'm not sure I've experienced that feeling except on acid

Post your stack

I came here to say that too

Any standouts or recomiendas for me?

The one I read is a fiveway conversation between the wind, the water, a gnome, and two children

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/27462/a-day-on-the-big-branch What you think @Benny Bunter I really like. Doesn't feel artless but feels plain and clear in a lovely way. Like Tony Hoagland but more consistent and less colloquial

Spanish as a language already contains a theory of hyperstition. Yo creo, yo creo: I believe, I create. Hecho un hecho: facts are created

The pastoral I'm working on now has tones of Portuguese Spanish Italian Catalan Occitan French Latin it's all very lovely the foreignness is extremely helpful and you start to get a sense of the structure of our postRomanEmpire culture we all live in I love how in Italy we say to each other...

I think you should DM me every time you get such a phrase in your head. And then I will compile and edit them, Pound to your Eliot

Been reading Howard Nemerov this afternoon, after Pasqua mass & brunch in the piazza

Bait

Did you get to Bécquer? I've been enjoying his stuff on folktales

https://es.wikisource.org/wiki/P%C3%A1gina:Obras_de_B%C3%A9cquer_-_Vol._2.djvu/124 "Follow the movements of your heart, let your soul rise like the flame and the blue spirals of smoke. Woe to him who, having wings, descends into the depths to seek gold, when he could soar high to find love and...

Sam Kriss is talking about it: https://samkriss.substack.com/p/ideologies-of-the-near-future

Patty is much wiser & more helpful than you today