What I’m seeing: “Let his name shape-shift a little in the ear. Keep the capital P, keep the long O sound, keep the dactylic rhythm of it, but let everything else flicker.”
That’s from this essay by Amit Majmudar at The New Criterion, “On formal restlessness.” If you aren’t familiar with Majmudar, take this opportunity and run with it straight into his glorious poetry, available here.
What I’m hearing: Cat Ricketts is a writer and songwriter who graciously offers her music on her website. “My Brother My Brightest Friend” is worth multiple listens in a quiet, still space.
What I’m smelling: Damp packages! I ordered two new books (The Liturgy of the Long Sun, by Gene Wolfe, and Phineiad by E.L. Brooks) and the packages got just the slightest bit wet in the spring rain (the books were spared).
What I’m tasting: Our first-day-of-summer-weather cocktail was a mish-mash that we named the Pimm’s Chico: grapefruit Toco Chico, lemon juice, simple, and Pimm’s (1.5 ounce) on ice in a highball glass.
What I’m feeling: Tired. I’ve been hit with some insomnia this week, so the eyeballs are a little gritty.
Carry on, dear ones! Thanks for reading. Share your own roundup below—I’d love to know what you’re experiencing this week.