Monthly Archives: March 2022

Some kind words from Steve Mitchelmore:

If such things matter, and they don’t, my book of the year is Peter Holm Jensen’s The MomentAs I wrote in April, it’s one in which the writer seeks “a modest, self-effacing place within the intersection of time and eternity” and can be read again and again for this reason, as one’s deepest concerns, otherwise diluted by public pantomimes, take form in the patience of attention. To recognise this again is always a surprise.

Time passing.

Weeks at David’s house. We live deep in time, deep in life. And it’s like we’ve found some secret valley of time. Some secret plateau. Some opening of time in time. Some secret flowering.

The days are taller somehow. Their roof is higher…

Lars Iyer