Connor Ryan
June 6th, 2021
A very warm welcome. I'm a writer, director, photographer, explorer and keen sailor (I yearn to passage the Atlantic... someday, somehow). I drink tea, I admire hand-made boots, and I am fond of woolen goods. A few of my inspirations include Tolkien, Tarkovsky, T.S. Eliot, Terrence Malick, Jan Troell, Dostoevsky, St. John the Beloved, and Jesus the Christ, among many others.
This website is a collection of my work, my artistic dispositions, and other precious things that I've managed enough courage to share. If something inspires you, or you have an idea to express, I urge you to reach out.
Remember the silence of tall grasses
And those days of yore
The dirt, the masses,
Underneath heaven’s store.
You could not endure
A new millennium;
Taking with you
All your old treasures,
Your old troves,
And new measures:
For those groves
Were filled
With Un-light
And light unburdened.
The next day
You were heard,
And you will say,
Each day you will say:
Come again,
Look through this window
Breath this word.
But you will not go
And as the birds
You too will speak,
Not a creak.
Come again,
Watch long feathers fall,
Drifting,
And the twines
Un-twining.
Twice-twined,
’T’won’t tell;
(Teeth of tubes)
Uttering foul words.
But you,
Odd, graceful and slow,
You will utter,
And you will know.