The Glimmerglass Sky of Don DeLillo #writers #readalong #song #literature #DeLillo #reading

Added: 2026-05-19

[00:00:00]And you can glance out the window for a moment, distracted by the sound of small kids playing a madeup game in a neighbor's yard. Some kind of kickball maybe. And they speak in your voice or piggyback races on the weedy lawn.

[00:00:16]And it's your voice you hear essentially under the glimmerglass sky. And you look at the things in the room, offscreen, unwebed, the tissued grain of the deskwood alive in light. The thick lived tenor of things, the argument of things to be seen and eaten, the apple corggo and sepia in the lunch tray, and the dense measures of experience in a random glance. The monk's candle reflected in the slope of the phone. Hours marked in Roman numerals and the glaze of the wax and the curl of the braided wick and the chipped rim of the mug that holds your yellow pencils skewed all crazy. And the pied lives of the simplest surface, the slab butter melting on the crumbled bun.

[00:01:03]And the yellow of the yellow of the pencils.