HeyJaredPaul’s Substack
Once upon a time, I discovered I had many voices in my head and I needed a place to put them—then Substack came along. "To suggest is to create, to name is to destroy." —Stéphane Mallarmé
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First Lines (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedFaith is a fine invention. Fame is a fickle food. Hope is the thing with feathers I cannot live with you I lost a world the other day Before you thought of spring. I noticed people disappeared. How dare the robins sing. She died,—this was the way she died. She slept beneath a tree Let down the bars, O Death! Let me not mar that perfect dream. I measure every grief I meet. How still the bells in steeples stand. I showed her h
Desire and the Word (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI saw a word and it was alone. It was naked and shivering like some lost child orphaned into a world it couldn’t understand. And I thought this word might belong in a poem that showed the awful hurt it had endured, the terrible space from whence it came. And I wanted to write that poem, so I said, “We must go to a place of solitude. We must speak our silences without fear. We must make space for the revelation in our hearts.
Encountering Two Mediums (opens the original)
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I Love Rain (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI love rain because when it rains the sky seems so much closer to the earth than when it is that deep sea of blue hanging over us like an inverted bowl whose center becomes a vanishing point that goes on forever. I love the sky when it is close: even a sky filled with the darkest clouds can seem like a blanket closed over us to protect from that endless blue too deep to ever truly know. <a class="button prim
From the archives (opens the original)
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