Son of House, you knew only a heap of broken images, where the sun beats. But they sure sounded great coming out of that steel guitar! Not to mention the bottle's severed neck riding on your littlest finger. That afterthought, that fifth wheel. Good for nothing but trouble -When I start to walkin' I'm gonna walk from sun-to-sun, / ain't gonna quit walkin' till my journey's done.
PLOP!
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Though the verse is out of season, a reader asked me how to explain Bashō’s
“Old Pond” hokku to others. First, I suggested telling them to go find an
old p...
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