The Josh Lynott Project

Recorded: Monday Monday 17th of August, 2026

Location: Melbourne, Australia // Bendigo, Australia

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Poem:

Josh read:

Although the rhythm of the waves beats a kind of time, it is not clock or calendar time. It has no urgency. It happens to be timeless time. I know that I am listening to a rhythm which has been just the same for millions of years, and it takes me out of a world of relentlessly ticking clocks. Clocks for some reason or other always seem to be marching, and, as with armies, marching is never to anything but doom. But in the motion of waves there is no marching rhythm. It harmonizes with our very breathing. It does not count our days. Its pulse is not in the stingy spirit of measuring, of marking out how much still remains. It is the breathing of eternity, like the God Brahma of Indian mythology inhaling and exhaling, manifesting and dissolving the worlds, forever. As a mere conception this might sound appallingly monotonous, until you come to listen to the breaking and washing of waves.

Andy:

Don't forget to imagine the best case scenario, too.

Notes:

Andy said to check out "The Chinese Farmer."

Recorded: Monday Monday 10th of August, 2026

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

Are you mad?No.Are you mad?No, I couldn’t be. Are you mad?Some days, I suppose.Are you mad?Not really, only a little.Are you mad?I’m colourful, I’m red.Are you mad?That’s what they tell me.Are you mad?I have no choice.Are you mad?Yes.Are you mad?Yes, of course?Are you mad?No, I am just a mirror to the world.

Recorded: Monday "WEDNESDAY" 5th of August, 2026

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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R.I.P - My friend, Sohail Sakhi.

Poem:

There is a space that exists between you and the marathon.

A pang of curiosity,

An ache of knowing,

A love for potential,An acceptance of something bigger.You never signed up for the marathon.It was inevitable that your name would one day be on the list,

A letter in the mail,

A bib across your body. You were a number in a lottery,

With fate ruling order,The marathon is a realisation,

Your time has come.Because where you are now,Is a space too small,

To hold you,

To run,

To be.

The space between you and the marathon,Is 42.2km. The space between you and your next iteration,Is the distance between receiving and accepting. 

Recorded: Monday 27th of July, 2026

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

“I hope you find me running.”
I leave this note on the table, every day.
I hope you find me running,
I’d make it a silver necklace, if I had time to play.
I hope you find me running,
in a moment between clouds passing,
a moment with speckled sun.
Perhaps, the birds flying by,
would pause and stare,
maybe they would stop and cry,

Looking at this act so rare.
I hope you find me running,

Not amongst the forest,

Or down these trodden streets.
I’m sure it might be lakeside,
yet, it shouldn’t be the case.
I hope you find me running,

For it’s my favourite place.
Running is a matter of the heart,
something otherworldly, something out there.
many people warn not to start
I just ask you to wait, should you have time spare.
In a place between me and you,
exists worlds so far, so blue,
ones I cannot access,
without being in toe with you.
Running is a place I hope to find you.
Running is a place, with my heart to view.
In a world that moves so terribly fast,
What I find, I’m sure will last.
In all my dreams,
In all my wishes,

never did I think the day would finally come true,

Where I looked up towards you,
and before I knew, you whispered
I hope you find me running.

Recorded: Monday 20th of July, 2026

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

Runner,

Who are you?
Are you where you started?
Are you your shoes and wardrobe?
Are you longest run?
Are you your best memory?
Are you your saddest memory?
Are you your injuries?
Are you your heartbreaks?
Are you your wins?
Are you your tears?
Are you group of friends?
Are you your age group?
Are you how you live?
Are you your tactics?
Are you your mindset?
Are you what you eat?
Are you your outfit?
Are you your personal best?
Are you your statistics?
Are you who you say you are?

Short ep.

Recorded: Wednesday 8th of July, 2026

Location: Seoul, South Korea

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Poems from "Honey Pot" a hand-made Zine from Love Trails.

Poem:

I want to share running like I do my honey,

I want to put it in a jar and leave it in your cupboard.

I want you to know this thing called running, never goes off.

#2:

Anyone can love honey.

Anyone should try.

Anyone isn't everyone.

Anyone was once no-one.

Anyone is you.

Anyone is me.

Anyone is free.

Anyone is running,

if they want to be.

Recorded: Tuesday, 23rd of June, 2026

Location: Cardiff, UK

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Recorded: Tuesday, 23rd of June, 2026

Location: Melbourne, Australia
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Recorded: Tuesday 16th of June, 2026

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

In all the places I could be,
I chose to run where my feet felt free.
Often towards a lilac-pink sky,
Vast lands, my heart tells no lies.
I stare and I wonder,
through windows of tungsten light,
Am lightning or am I thunder,
Where next, if I move quickly tonight.