The Josh Lynott Project Joshua Lynott

Recorded: Monday 20th of May, 2024

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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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.


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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.


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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.


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Recorded: Monday 29th of April, 2024

Location: Sao Vicente, Madeira, Portugal

THE SLAB!

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Guest: Mudi Jayasekara @mudithj



Poem:

Poem one read by Josh



"8:49pm" The Night Before:

I feel numb 

Because I know I’m about to feel so much. 

My body knows.

My brain wants all the answers but my body will do the work.

I’ve had tears behind my eyes,

Waiting to fall but holding on.

I know they’ll come out.



Somehow I’m protected.

The way everyone talks,

They know something big is about go down.

Something bigger than me.

I’m in prayers.

I’m in thoughts.

These are not small.

Well wishes are wonderful, 

But these wishes have weight.

I hope to do them proud.

I hope to do me proud.

This is a war of heart.

Play smart,

Play to life,

Because this is life.



Quote from Mudith:

"Run slow to finish fast."



Blog from Ben Dhiman:

https://bendhiman.substack.com/p/endurance-games


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Recorded: Monday 22nd of April, 2024

Location: Sao Vicente, Madeira, Portugal

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Poem: "He Is Not A God"

I am not religious.

There is a distance between them and I

an eternity it feels,

I want to close the gap

in this lifetime,

They did this in the same years as me,

They built a god from the same factory.

We are mechanics, and I want a machine.

If he existed, so can I.

I hate being relatable,

but right now I need something to relate to.

Hope grows on the fuel of relating,

gods grow from being unrelatable.

Yet they never were.

Boring. Same old.

Day in day out.

Special isn't a word to describe.

They built machines. They built the mechanics, too.

So make me a mechanic.

Make me a stone mason.

Make me a carpenter.

Make me a scientist.

Make me boring.

Gods are boring

because they did the boring work

Here I am,

flittering about in the ocean

this is not where they exist.

Angels and gods are not friends.

All I need to know.

All that stuck with me,

He is not a god.

I will carry that.

And with that,

I may beat him

because a god is unbeatable

but a human is not

and that is all you need to know.

You can beat him

because he is human.

He is not a god.


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Recorded: Sunday 15th of April, 2024

Location: Sao Vicente, Madeira, Portugal

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Poem: I will not be lost.



There is a man below attending to the potatoes,

There is a woman above, she lost her footing.

A man in the hospital waits to greet me with a smile,

The family laughs at my expense. I laugh. It's contagious.



Too far from home, I lost count of the miles.

The counting never stopped. It mustn't stop.

The moment the count stops, I'll be lost.

I see it all the time. Lost people. In a lost world.



Watching motorbikes defy gravity, 10 inches from death.

Windy roads, brakes that work, most the time.

At least when I need them. That's all that matters.

The ocean never stops talking to me.



I keep staring at the horizon, are you on the other side?

There is a dozen sides, I hope you're on the one I'm looking at.

I never knew my north from east, nothing goes south.

I'm looking for west, for wins, for wonder.



She calls. Twice in the morning. She's sweet.

"Is Pasta, okay?" Mr Man, of course it is.

He calls, once in the evening. Assuring the dream is alive.

She misses me in the evening. She's over the horizon.



He walks with a limp now. The strongest man I know.

Are his days ever dark? They must be.

Every sunset turns to dark. The sky never sleeps there.

These two legs of mine. Remind me of everything.



I keep stumbling. Guessing. Falling.

The path isn't clear. I can't see the path.

I returned their map. I'm drawing my own.

I'm not lost. Because I can't be.



The most beautiful thing I heard,

was from a man I admired.

He talked of life and said,

"the magic is not lost on me."



I went on, knowing, living.

i'll never be lost. I can't be.

It is not lost on me.

It is not lost on me.



The magic, the love, the effort,

the enduring, the hardship,

the goodluck, the trying, the care.

All of this, is not lost on me.


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