Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 166
October 13, 2019
Yesterday is a day I will never forget, not as long as I...
Yesterday is a day I will never forget, not as long as I breathe, not in all the lifetimes I return. To see this woman, wild haired and glowing electric, to see my family spread out before me, to see those mountains cradling us like infants to this place, to speak those words, those truths, to those ears. Breathless. Filled with awe and appreciation and love. Filled with hope. What a wedding day, what a world.
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Photograph by my friend, my brother, my first dance singer, my to the sea to the death ol bud, @gregoryalanisakov .
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October 12, 2019
Typewriter Series #2755 by Tyler Knott GregsonTo my love,...
Typewriter Series #2755 by Tyler Knott Gregson
To my love, @sarahlinden on our wedding day. Here’s to our life together. Let us begin….now.
All I am and all I’ve been is words, hundreds of
thousands of words by now, millions of letters
hooking to millions of others, shaping and becoming
something to someone, somewhere, to you,
wherever you were when you first found them.
On this day, I am wordless, empty mouthed and fumbling,
on this day, I am the hollow space where they once were,
on this day I am one thing, only, and it is awe.
Do you know how near I was to giving up, do you know
how heavy the weight became? I forgot my feet, forgot the world
beyond them, lost was not lost enough, and so I, a man of words,
couldn’t invent a new one to define how deep I had sunk.
Somewhere, scattered and moving, you were the light above the
surfaces I fell beneath. Some pinprick from miles down, I knew if I could
just rise, that light would grow, if I could only float, for a moment
just a moment, I’d find my strength again, and swim to you.
Of all the reasons we had to abandon this hope, one remained, only one,
and so I tied myself to it like the last piece of mast after the storm destroyed
the hull. Light will come, I said over and over, and let the current carry me.
Here we stood, half circle out beyond us, parentheses like those that
frame your smile, and promised that no thing could again come between us,
here we stood and said husband, said wife in a voice I didn’t know
lived inside this throat. I believed so long that we would come to this,
my god I believed so very long. I will call myself yours over and over until
you hear it in every tone of every voice I possess, I, the man of words,
wordless but for your name, and so I will repeat it until it feels
as real as it should.
After all of this, we made it, and I will close my eyes
this night knowing, I kept the very first promise
I ever made to you.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
“These words led to here,
to us standing together
making...
“These words led to here,
to us standing together
making promises.”
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— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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"These words led to here,
to us standing together
making promises."
to us standing together
making promises.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Today, after all the days, this wild haired Irish girl will walk...
Today, after all the days, this wild haired Irish girl will walk to me. Today, after all the twists and turns and heartache and joy, I will wait for her. Today, we will say our words. We will make our promises. Today. Finally. I love you @sarahlinden , happy wedding day. (at Sligachan Old Bridge)
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October 11, 2019
Typewriter Series #2754 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Subscribe to my...
Typewriter Series #2754 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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This an eve unlike all others
that have come before it,
this the final night
I will ever again
feel alone.
Sleep will not come,
I know this as true, it will
elude and run as though
chased. This mind will sing
every song it’s learned
in the years I spent without you.
Next to me, a final time
as unjoined,
will you hear me
humming?
Meet me in dreams,
we said so many times,
miles apart and hurting
in unspoken ways.
I say it now, inches from
your sleeping face,
hours only hours
from calling you
wife.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Always chasing light. Always. Everywhere. Still haven’t caught...
Always chasing light. Always. Everywhere. Still haven’t caught it, hope I never, ever do.
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“Shadows on a wall,
we’re flame painted and dancing,
effortless...
“Shadows on a wall,
we’re flame painted and dancing,
effortless and warm.”
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— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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"Shadows on a wall,
we’re flame painted and dancing,
effortless and warm."
we’re flame painted and dancing,
effortless and warm.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
October 10, 2019
Typewriter Series #2753 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Subscribe to my...
Typewriter Series #2753 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Subscribe to my Podcast and hear this as a spoken word piece. Head to
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Apple Podcasts.*
Some degree of frivolity,
some half measure of losing oneself
completely in the motion,
the passion exchanged like a deal
struck, depth and speed and
the deep exhalation of a sigh
trapped internal and seeking.
This a combination, of all that
longing and an excess of ache,
a physical representation of an
unspoken yearn, the rhythm of flesh
on flesh and heartbeats as percussion.
This a song unwritten, but
improvised, sprawling out on
sheets like unstaffed paper,
fingertips here like violin notes,
dancing up and out and filling space,
here legs rub like cello depth,
soft groans like some bit of brass,
deep and guttural and full.
Roll around inside this, light into
the depth, rosette decorated and
signature designed. This the
amalgamation of halves into
wholes, just pieces, all of them
joining.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
