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Friday, October 09, 2026

That strange moment (Balle)

That strange moment when the ground under one's feet falls away and all at once it feels as though all predictability can be suspended, as though an existential red alert has suddenly been triggered, a quiet state of panic which prompts neither flight nor cries for help, and does not call for police, fire brigade or ambulance. It is as if this emergency response mechanism is there on standby at the back of the mind, like an undertone, not normally audible, but kicking in the moment one is confronted with the unpredictability of life, the knowledge that everything can change in an instant, that something which cannot happen and which we absolutely do not expect, is nonetheless a possibility. That time stands still. That gravity is suspended. That the logic of the world and the laws of nature break down. That we are forced to acknowledge that our expectations about the constancy of the world are on shaky ground. There are no guarantees and behind all that we ordinarily regard as certain lie improbable exceptions, sudden cracks and inconceivable breaches of the usual laws.

Solvej Balle, On the Calculation of Volume (Book I)

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Anything can be

Anything can be improved with more attention.
Anything can be ruined with more attention.

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Thursday, October 08, 2026

Relentlessly

Question relentlessly the unexamined certainties.

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No more

I would no more read a poem that doesn't think than I would talk to a person who doesn't.

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Anything

Anything can be improved with more attention.
Anything can be ruined with more attention.

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Wednesday, October 07, 2026

What happens between

The poet puts things next to one another.
The poem is what happens between them.

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Too big

Some failures are too big, require cooperation to achieve.

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What it doesn't

The naive looks at what it means. The sophisticated looks at what it doesn't mean.

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Tuesday, October 06, 2026

Too many poets

Too many poets are just describing things.

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New poems

+30

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Sunday, October 04, 2026

You can't

You can't step into the same metaphor twice.

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Response

A response is not the only way to react.

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More trust

There is more trust in one of my poems
than in a year of my life.

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Saturday, October 03, 2026

Poetry is probably impossible

Poetry is probably impossible without assertion.

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New poems

+15

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Wednesday, September 30, 2026

I starved (Bukowski)

I starved for my art, I starved to
gain 5 god-damned minutes, 5 hours,
5 days—

Charles Bukowski, from "death is smoking my cigars"

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A far greater torment

The unachievable is a far greater torment than the unobtainable.

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Tuesday, September 29, 2026

We say

We are, we say, the damage we have sustained in contact with the world.

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New poems

+30

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Sunday, September 27, 2026

The null

The null annuls nothing: everything is cancelled, rather, by the action of something else.

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