The Josh Lynott Project

Recording days: July 8th (Intro) // Discussion with Tom: March 16th, 2024.

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You crossed the finish line.

Now what? Done. Next.

Into the vortex.

Months of work, melted into a single step.

It's all you thought about.

It's all you talked about.

You did it. You went there.

You crossed the line.

A line.

Some line,

Yet this isn't the finish line.

If this was the finish line,

you'd have no more to talk about,

no more to wish for,

no more to wake up for,

no more to work for.

You worked hard for this line,

you wanted to be known for this line

but please,

don't draw the line here.

Recorded: Monday, July 1st, 2024

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem: “I sometimes forget I'm running"

These are the beautiful things I saw,

It was the smile you wore,

when the confidence kicked in.

The first daylight, after a night by your side in the dark.

Watching you become tired,

deplete yourself,

yet still find a way,

make a way,

light the way.

I saw you make friends,

new ones,

re-learn old ones.

Connect them, feel like one.

I moved slowly and watched the elaves fall.

It stopped me

from falling.

Till sunset we ran, bathed in golden light

Returning home as silhoutettes.

I saw the steam float off the back of your neck.

and the coffee put colour in your cheeks.

I saw it all

I still do

I sometimes forget I'm running.

Recorded: Tuesday 25th of June, 2024

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem: “And did you try?

“And did you try?” The answer was always, yes.

“The world, you had a gift to give it?” Again, the answer was yes.

To try, 

to try, 

to try. 

“And did you try?” Yes. Always.

Compelled. 

To try,

To inspire. To give.

Anything. No.

Something of slow.

That slowed time. 

The made time feel valuable.

In a world that moved to fast to value, 

time.

Time.

Time.

Recorded: Monday 17th of June, 2024

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem: "You've changed"

One day, someone will say “You’ve changed.”

Smile back, eye to eye,

pause as their pupils mirror back the new iteration. 

Shake their hand, send your thanks.

Be on your way.

Of course you changed.

They have too. Those words were new.

An envelope set on fire would have housed them better,

But they were impatient.

Impatient to catch up.

Impatient to wait. 

You ran away from person I first met.

You found another version of you.

One you liked better.

You gave them new shoes, new eyes,

and a new voice. 

You ran further. Needed another upgrade.

The software outdated.

I want to meet the next change. 

The moment you become stagnant,

Is the moment you change for worse. 

I hope you change.

Time and time again.

With the seasons, 

with your adventures,

With every run. 

Recorded: Monday 10th of June, 2024

Location: Melbourne, Australia

At The Above.

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Poem: Drizzling.

I like how small my eyes are on Sunday mornings.

I like running long.

I like eating three crumpets,

peanut butter and honey becoming friends.

I like the coffee before my run,

and certainly after.

I like wearing gloves, and holding yours.

I like taking them off before jumping in the shower,

slowly soaked from light drizzling.

Sunday is a drizzle.

The way I run.

The way I do spoon my honey.

The way my eyes slowly open.

the way you walk down the street after a long shower.

Drizzling on a Sunday,

making a mark,

like croissant flakes on my plate.

Recorded: Monday 3rd of June, 2024

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem: Copy cat.

If you haven't sat here and daydreamed,

If you didn't swim in this pool and marvel at the fish,

If you hadn't forgot your pen and let sweat stain your journal,

You will never wear the same clothes.

The fabric won't recognise your skin.

The laundry won't know how to wash.

The clouds will stop working, confused by the sun.

I watch the autumn leaves dance,

reds and oranges fill my mind like orange juice in portugal,

but you don't know that,

white walls and office ceilings,

make a funny moodboard.

tell me my friends coffee order,

you forgot the honey, and got the size wrong.

honey on the table,

honey on my mind

honey in the fabric

tapestry.

I've hidden notes

on rocks,

on trees

on beaches

on humans

and you tried to copy me,

because you found one.

Recorded: Tuesday 28th of May, 2024

Location: Naarm/Melbourne, Australia

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Poem: Doubts

Voices bounced off the waves

hit the sky, came through the phone line

Where are they coming from?

I'll build my own sky and paint it too.

The ocean is wide enough

my boat is small, and your sails angle differently

leave me to my path,

let me choose how fast I want the clock to move

I'll work till dark with my ideas

your doubts deserve a chest,

locked away and sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

the dial of my creativity

the switch of my decisions

the tap of my experiences

moves with my fingers.

I will remember what you say,

and i will move to the quieter parts of the ocean,

where the sun is uninterrupted

and your doubts don't interfere with path.

Recorded: Monday 20th of May, 2024

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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WEEKLY UPDATE:

Exhibition in Melbourne for A Note To The Runners.

Gym, swimming, running sessions.

Creative Director.

Run Club discussions.

Rental inspections.

Winning.

You're scared of winning,

because a part of you dies.

It gets left behind with the memories,

gathers dust with old routines, and easy habits.

You're not scared of holding a trophy,

and you know it's easy to cross the line.

You're scared of the new,

you're scared of who you might become.

Becoming someone you haven't met,

and forever leaving the old.

There is no going back,

there is no turning around.

They'll talk differently to you,

and you will reply with words you haven't used before.

Winning is a foreign tongue.

You're scared they won't talk to you.

You're scared they'll judge you.

It's not winning you're scared of.

It's you.

Recorded: Monday 13th of May, 2024

Location: Melbourne, Australia

Homebase.

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"Gerberas"

I hung my flowers upside

They couldn’t stand tall on their own

Heavy headed the hung their heads,

Falling over, they needed braces.

What they needed was an embrace

Wire necked, hold tall, make your call.

Too many thoughts in their petals

Didn’t know what to do with them.

We don’t know what to do with the heavy headed

The ones with too many thoughts, too many petals

Too much life in their veins, too much water in their bud.

Unfair, they didn’t pick this design.

Pick the flowers that stand tall, 

They won’t tell you what’s important

Wire up the stem, everyone needs guidance

Some flowers choose to ask for it

Instead I hung them upside down

I thought they looked pretty the wrong way round

Maybe that’s what they’re meant to do

Yet I bought them in cardboard

That’s not their home,

Tell me what flowers you want on the throne

I want ones which stand tall

even when they’re upside down. 

"Next doesn't need a question"

You worried so much about what your next run was

you forgot what you were doing now.

And I hate that.

I want you here,

not there.

Next steals everything that's here

and refunds you something you're not happy with.

Something I'm not happy with.

You're next race.

Race it upon arrival

not before

You're next move.

Move it in the moment.

Next does not need a question

because it doesn't exist,

till it's gone.

Recorded: Monday 6th, May.

Location: Lisbon, Portugal

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Josh's Poem:

Ocean rumbles into the night, I fall asleep.

My skin turns, white to brown, Portuguese sun whispers.

Old man, eighty one, holds a five mile stare.

I miss you, eight letters, an envelope rips open.

A surfer falls into the wave, no-one hears the scream.

Wine glasses clink at sunset, it wakes the moon from slumber.

Quitting slices the dream, a coin drops into the well.

Messages of support, kindness knows who to tell.

Old times in present days, time is listening now.

Thursday can't come quick enough,

he wishes he was with her.

Cards spin as the hit the table, give me the ace.

A world away, everyone wants their space.

In the shadows, the kids play, the kids play.

The first hour, saw you in the garden.

The late hours, saw you smiling and giggling.

We must be the child, the one in the shade.

The louder the world gets, the sharper we feel the blade.

Be quiet with me, underneath the stars

I want to sit with you,

and feel,

the quietest shade of loud.