Robert Crawford, “Thread”

wesleyhill: My faithHangs by a thread.It always has.No pointSpending longGoing over itWorrying,Will it snap?Will it go?Is it the wrongKind of faith?Better just to take itAnd sew.

…In a really basic way the words “God” and “Tree,” at different times in my life, became suddenly insufficient. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to see those things as two of my antecedents. I became desperate for a more meaningful encounter with both of them, which for me typically means new language. I wanted […]

[spotify id=”spotify%3Aalbum%3A3nT6KSqGMRP9JxPx60uRbm&view=coverart” width=”500″ height=”580″ /] At some point in the near future I’ll stop posting stuff about Ryan Culwell’s album “Flatlands”. But in the mean time, you should listen to it here. Listen like a 1000 times, so he’ll draw a royalty check. Or buy it here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/flatlands/id964081806 Rolling Stone says: …startling moments — the places […]

Ryan Culwell’s Flatlands

Ryan Culwell’s “Flatlands” turns five years old next week.

http://media.mtvnservices.com/embed/mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:1161226/cp~vid%3D1161226%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Acmt.com%3A1161226 Get More: “There is a highway shot of those awful wind turbines in the beginning of the video,” he says. “If you follow that road another 40 miles, you’ll end up at the Adobe Walls, where 28 hunters defeated 700 Indians in 1874. Billy Dixon shot a warrior off his horse from a mile away […]

mysteriesmanners: Above thy deep and dreamless sleep, the silent stars go by. The words had always touched him; every year they still brought back Christmas to him, for some reason, as nothing else could. Now they seemed to him as beautiful as any poetry he had ever known. He said them over to himself very…

zaforas: “A comprehensive overlook of the Nordic languages in their old world language families” by Minna Sundberg

Giving Medium a Shot: Seth Wieck

For non-dramatic creative work… https://static.medium.com/embed.js Seth Wieck Giving Medium a Shot: Seth Wieck

Now that they weren’t moving with the car the world seemed to slow down. The sky grew wider. A fragrant breeze soughed across the grass, and the ground as far as eye could see blazed with wildflowers. Mallow, dogbane, sensitive briar, coneflower, fringed salt cedar like pink bursts of feathered gauze—on and on they rolled […]

thirtymilesout: “Nowhere, not even at sea, does a man feel more lonely than when riding over the far-reaching, seemingly never-ending plains; and after a man has lived a little while on or near them, their very vastness and loneliness and their melancholy monotony have a strong fascination for him” Theodore “T.R.” Roosevelt