victory lap

Visual of the week

Artwork by @engvall.arts

Every week, I handpick one song, one visual artwork (including photos), and one poem to share with you.

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Song of the week

Fred again x Skepta x PlaqueBoyMax - Victory Lap

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Poem of the week

My mother, who hates thunderstorms,
Holds up each summer day and shakes
It out suspiciously, lest swarms
Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there;
But when it doesn't rain, she shakes
Her head and says the heat is terrible,
Though it’s we who sweat and thirst and stretch
Our bodies to the blue and stare
And say how beautiful it is.

She says the sky has never seemed
So green, and all the trees are dry.
And I am silent, for I remember
How much she craved a storm, one summer
When her white dress was the only light
In the dark house, and the thunder
Lurking now was in my mind.

Mother, Summer, I

by Philip Larkin

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