Letter #2
‘… most experiences are unsayable’, said Rilke.
That crowd’s dispersing anyway
and its famous din’s gone with it
Can’t you hear it dying down out there?
Permacrisis was last year’s word
but we enjoy its trochees now
as they stumble off the tongue
One moment there were flashes
Now there’s only this light on
over a table that holds the news
Admit that there’s no connection then
between events and how it feels
to be another you
5 June 2023
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