Found it so here we go

Each stanza a facet of how seeing becomes being seen. A poem of mirrors that ultimately reflects not the face but the act of looking itself.

Very well deserved and I’m tempted to post my Chapters poem again if I could find it 😉

Here’s my accompanying poem

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His death feels like the dimming of a particular kind of intellectual light, one that made wit a form of philosophy and philosophy a form of play. His work was theatrical, humane, and mischievously alive. It reminded us that thought itself can be an act of compassion. We won’t see his like again.

I’m sure you already are

Thank you, that’s great to hear

So pleased it meant something

Mangled indeed

Thanks for that

Thanks for that feedback, I was trying to capture that atmosphere

More than welcome, I really enjoyed it

The poem inhabits a near-posthumous calm, finding life’s persistence in what moves beyond expectation. A masterclass in negative capability, where observation dissolves the self into the sheer ongoingness of the world.

Thanks, glad you liked it

Posted this yesterday

We all need a bit of nostalgia sometimes

😂 And as most bands struggled to master a single chord, entirely appropriate