This finally helped me put my finger on an element I love about reading your work: It's a beautifully-crafted reminder to never stop examining the significance in insignificance (and vice versa, lol). Your perspective (and its prompting to consider my own) has long been cherished.
I’m not sure if this is a riddle to be solved, but I loved sitting with it. It encapsulates the temporal but infinite nature of experience by stacking images against their wider context and against the vastness of nature and time. Fleeting as they are, they mean something. A very wonderful feeling to walk away from a poem thinking (even if misinterpreted). Thanks.
Thank you for this thoughtful reading! To my mind, the riddle is: who’s asking? When I look for the witness in me, I find only this constant fleeting presence. Who, then, wants to know?
Thank you for unlocking it a bit more. A paradox to meditate on. If one does not know who is asking or who one is, from one moment to the next, then what is the riddle?
This is immensely evocative! Like something you can almost taste...almost touch...but not quite. A nostalgia for things you can't quite name. Marvelous!
This finally helped me put my finger on an element I love about reading your work: It's a beautifully-crafted reminder to never stop examining the significance in insignificance (and vice versa, lol). Your perspective (and its prompting to consider my own) has long been cherished.
Miss you, my friend.
Thank you, brilliant friend! I hope we catch up soon.
I’m not sure if this is a riddle to be solved, but I loved sitting with it. It encapsulates the temporal but infinite nature of experience by stacking images against their wider context and against the vastness of nature and time. Fleeting as they are, they mean something. A very wonderful feeling to walk away from a poem thinking (even if misinterpreted). Thanks.
Thank you for this thoughtful reading! To my mind, the riddle is: who’s asking? When I look for the witness in me, I find only this constant fleeting presence. Who, then, wants to know?
Thank you for unlocking it a bit more. A paradox to meditate on. If one does not know who is asking or who one is, from one moment to the next, then what is the riddle?
In one does not ask, there is no riddle. And yet, who can help asking?
This is immensely evocative! Like something you can almost taste...almost touch...but not quite. A nostalgia for things you can't quite name. Marvelous!
A little gem.
This line is a masterpiece I am going to think of it all day
while deep in a purple sea
the white unblinking shark
Thank you, Olly von!