Clairvoyancing July 20, 1963Does a blog need to live on the edges of the poet? On the critical frontiers so to speak. Talk about the glass, maybe a bit on the bottle, but never taste the real Bordeaux. Eff it. I’m pouring.
(stanzas 1 & 2 omitted)
Whooping like the Indians I’d seen
on Saturday exclusive matinee
performances of westerns filmed in black
and white with Randolph Scott or Joel McCrea,
she recognizes her native spirit guide
coming through the colorless countryside.
I'm six years old and see nobody there
but she starts talking in an altered tone
of voice to what is only air to me,
yet something eerie says we're not alone,
or that's the notion I remember now
recalling facts doubt doesn't disallow.
FIREFLY
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Someone asked me about firefly hokku, so here is one by Shiki (yes, I know
Shiki would have called it a haiku, but it is a summer hokku in form and
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